Today I saw a disabled man fall from his wheelchair while getting of a bus...and all I could muster was to say "Oh, shit!"
It happened so fast, as he was slowly going out of the bus. The wheelchair moved too soon, too quick, and he tumbled out of his seat. And then it struck me at the very core of my being. To see that man helplessly on the ground not moving, it just made me feel completely sorrowful.
I could tell that the man was angry. But i have a feeling that he was not angry because he fell, but because he was unable to get up. I was surprised myself, that I found it hard to bear watching him being put back onto his chair and thank the people who helped him up. To fall to your knees and hoped people stopped staring. And you curse yourself perpetually for not being able to do anything.
I saw both his elbows bleed incessantly. And yet his face showed no signs of physical pain. Maybe it hurt more on the inside. The man faced away from the bus, but I could see him sitting on his wheelchair with his legs shaking. The mere sight of it broke my heart. And yet there I was, sitting in my seat.
I now ask myself, why did I not move to his aid? I can tell you now that the reason being I was seated quite far from the bus entrance and did not want to crowd the scene. But is it really?
It happened so fast, as he was slowly going out of the bus. The wheelchair moved too soon, too quick, and he tumbled out of his seat. And then it struck me at the very core of my being. To see that man helplessly on the ground not moving, it just made me feel completely sorrowful.
I could tell that the man was angry. But i have a feeling that he was not angry because he fell, but because he was unable to get up. I was surprised myself, that I found it hard to bear watching him being put back onto his chair and thank the people who helped him up. To fall to your knees and hoped people stopped staring. And you curse yourself perpetually for not being able to do anything.
I saw both his elbows bleed incessantly. And yet his face showed no signs of physical pain. Maybe it hurt more on the inside. The man faced away from the bus, but I could see him sitting on his wheelchair with his legs shaking. The mere sight of it broke my heart. And yet there I was, sitting in my seat.
I now ask myself, why did I not move to his aid? I can tell you now that the reason being I was seated quite far from the bus entrance and did not want to crowd the scene. But is it really?
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..or was it because it reminded you of someone close at heart?
You know what, that might be just it. I'm pretty sensitive when it comes to these things.
Huh, wait what why who?? Care to elaborate further?
Btw, I would've been pretty shaken too actually. So I don't think you need anything personal to take these things personally. It's just human compassion kicking in I reckon :)
Who? I just met him on the bus. He came on the bus on Adelaide St. Pretty much what happened is already explained in the entry.
I don't know, it just seemed to me that it affected me to such a great extent. It surprised me is all.
you get that a lot in the hospital. all it takes from you is a little effort and his thanks will fuel you for the day.
A sincere thanks is the greatest thing. I suppose that's the upside of being a doc.
...and that's why Amir is not doing medicine. He'd be so overwhelmed by the sorrow and sickness around him....I guess.
Nah...I'm hopeless when it comes to memorizing. Medicine has a fair bit of memorizing, has it not?
i would say ur brain power and memorizing capacities far outbeats mine.
Thus, I agree with anonymous.
i would say ur brain power and memorizing capacities far outbeats mine.
Thus, I agree with anonymous.
i would say ur brain power and memorizing capacities far outbeats mine.
Thus, I agree with anonymous.
oppsss.. thats wat u get for being impatient.
But I'm not into medicine, regardless of anything else (which, by the way isn't true when you say I'm better at memorizing n stuff. Really, I'm that bad). I suppose if you're really into something, things will just work out on their own.
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