The girls and I stopped at a restaurant in Paso Robles for lunch on our way home from camping and related errands today. As we entered the restaurant, I noticed what appeared to be a family moving slowly across the parking lot - an older man shuffling with his walker, an older woman on one side of him, an adult woman who could have been their daughter or simply a friend trailing behind. They seemed to be doing alright.
After we ordered our food and found our seat, the family entered the restaurant. The man began shuffling straight for the restroom. The older woman, previously at his side, announced, "I'm not going in there with you!" Then walked away. The younger woman turned the other way and found a table.
Before I could grasp what was happening, the older man had fallen into the bathroom while trying to manage his walker and the door.
The project:
Help a fallen man.
Time:
3 minutes - no additional help was needed once he was back up on his feet, supported by his walker
Why bother?
His "family" or "friends" left him in the lurch. He lay face-down on the bathroom floor. Who cares if it's the men's room? The door's wide open, he needs help.
Worth it?
Absolutely. And maddening that these "companions" would just let him go. Clearly he could not have made it into the bathroom, through his routine there, and out again safely. I found it hard to believe they weren't compassionate about something as basic as the need to relieve one's bladder.
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