06-07-2021, 06:12 PM
Day 21
I was extremely anti-social today at work. I wanted to be left alone, so I mostly kept to myself. During the drive home, I passed an old man whose car appeared to have broken down on the side of the road. I felt the emotional pull toward him, but kept driving. I watched in my rear view mirror as vehicle after vehicle passed him. No one stopped. So, as soon as I was able, I looped around to check on him. He thought he had run out of gas, but didn't know for sure because the gauge was broken. He wasn't even sure if he had enough money on his debit card to buy gas. I told him I would go to the auto parts store (just up the road), get a small gas can, and put some gas in his tank to help him get to the gas station. After putting the gas in his car, it still wouldn't crank. Another couple of guys showed up to help get the car started, but nothing worked. In the end, I gave him a ride to his home. He was a Navy vet. He's 70 years old and was the youngest of 7 kids. This is the first car he'd had in a while.Hhe had just made his 2nd payment on it. He had been homeless not long ago. He had a bad hip and shoulder. I also suspect that he might've had a terminal illness based on the bruises and sub-dermal bleeding I saw on his arms. As I type this, I really feel for this man. During the drive, I was more concerned about watching his hands and his movements. He could've been a total nut. But reflecting in this, I believe it has some deeper meaning, although I'm not sure what. When I say I felt an emotional pull, I mean that in a very literal sense. (P.S. I'm tired and I'm not proofreading. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors and any incoherent babbling).
I was extremely anti-social today at work. I wanted to be left alone, so I mostly kept to myself. During the drive home, I passed an old man whose car appeared to have broken down on the side of the road. I felt the emotional pull toward him, but kept driving. I watched in my rear view mirror as vehicle after vehicle passed him. No one stopped. So, as soon as I was able, I looped around to check on him. He thought he had run out of gas, but didn't know for sure because the gauge was broken. He wasn't even sure if he had enough money on his debit card to buy gas. I told him I would go to the auto parts store (just up the road), get a small gas can, and put some gas in his tank to help him get to the gas station. After putting the gas in his car, it still wouldn't crank. Another couple of guys showed up to help get the car started, but nothing worked. In the end, I gave him a ride to his home. He was a Navy vet. He's 70 years old and was the youngest of 7 kids. This is the first car he'd had in a while.Hhe had just made his 2nd payment on it. He had been homeless not long ago. He had a bad hip and shoulder. I also suspect that he might've had a terminal illness based on the bruises and sub-dermal bleeding I saw on his arms. As I type this, I really feel for this man. During the drive, I was more concerned about watching his hands and his movements. He could've been a total nut. But reflecting in this, I believe it has some deeper meaning, although I'm not sure what. When I say I felt an emotional pull, I mean that in a very literal sense. (P.S. I'm tired and I'm not proofreading. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors and any incoherent babbling).