We had somewhat of an unusual start to the day. Tuesday is when doggo goes to his playschool so we are free to catch with all the things we can’t do when he’s at home – it used to be going out for the day, now it’s boring stuff like housework, although we do squeeze in a little writing and painting. We had delivered him and were on the way back, the windscreen wipers going, and had just turned out of a side road and onto Beach Road which runs parallel to Beach Lawns which stretch parallel to the promenade which obviously is by the beach – and if you are lucky, the sea. We have the second highest tidal range in the whole world, second only to the Bay of Fundy in Canada, so when our sea goes out, it virtually disappears.
We came round the corner and there lying half on the road, half on the pavement was a person. We pulled up and donning my mask I leapt from the car and ran to see if he was alright. He looked to be about forty, maybe younger, and had cuts and scrapes on his face and seemed very confused. He couldn’t really respond to me and just as I was thinking about calling an ambulance another car pulled up and someone jumped out. I will call him Jack – not that I know that is his name. Jack tried to speak to the fallen man, bending over him, and it seemed the man wanted to get up. I wasn’t sure if I could help but I was just about to take his arm when two more people arrived. They were binmen, who were on their route emptying the bins into the dust cart and without more ado, they gently helped the man to his feet. His phone, bank card and some coins fell from his pocket and were handed to me.
He was wearing a tracksuit, trainers and no socks and a jumper pulled over the top, and I wondered if he might be homeless because he looked so sadly unkempt. The binmen had to go, they have a tight schedule and as I was there with Jack they left us. With the help of Jack, the man staggered onto the forecourt of the large terraced property which was divided into flats, but he wasn’t aiming to go in but to a car erratically parked. He opened the car door and sat on the driver’s seat but couldn’t get his feet in. I don’t think he had any intention to drive, I think he was finding shelter from the drizzle. I rang the doorbells of the property but no-one replied, and I suggested I call an ambulance and Jack agreed.
By this time we knew the name of the man from his bank card, and while I rang 999, Jack tried to open the man’s phone – with his help, to contact someone, a friend or family. I got through to the ambulance service and described what had happened and I had to question the man about what he was able to do – checking in case he’d had a stroke – for example asking him to smile to see if both sides of his face moved. He couldn’t speak properly so it was very difficult for me to make out what he was saying, and at last the ambulance arrived and took over.
As I began to return to my car, Jack reappeared with some sanitising gel; until that moment I had forgotten all about the present situation, had not given it a moment’s thought as I had rushed to the fallen man – and I guess it was the same with Jack. I hope the fallen man is alright, I can’t speculate on what had happened to him, I’m just pleased Jack and i stopped to help.