A Helping Hand
The other day, on the way to a meeting, the Boy Scout and I approached a very busy intersection. This particular intersection, in addition to its 4 normal lanes, has 2 left turn lanes as it feeds the 101 freeway a few blocks down. Looking over to my left, I noticed a homeless gal trying to pick up a friend who had fallen out of his wheelchair into the street near the corner. She was having no luck. The gent was an amputee and was not able to help her much. We came to a stop at the red light waiting to make our left turn and, without a word, the Boy Scout jumps out of the car and hurries over to the corner, ignoring the traffic. In this big intersection, where dozens of cars are stopped, and loads are speeding by, he was the only one that got out to help, not the 30ish construction guy on my left, not the two high school boys behind him. Finally, a gal that was pumping gasoline nearby came over. Between the two of them, they got the gent back in his chair and up on the curb. My man s...