Although I plan on continuing my series, Refocusing to Achieve Wellness, on Wednesday, today I need to write about what happened to me yesterday.
My friend Betty, from my gardening class and I had a meeting at 10:15 with the groundsperson at the elementary school we're helping landscape. When I awakened at 8:00, I was still tired because I'd slept badly the night before. Also, it was relatively dark and foggy, and that added to my low energy level. So, I took 10 mg. of Adderall and within 45 minutes, I was able to get out of bed.
I was looking forward to our meeting at the school because we were going to check out the sprinkler system, discuss our choice of plants, and go to a local nursery.
After Betty and I talked with the groundsperson, he started turning on the sprinklers one at a time so we could see what sprinklers watered which portion of our soon-to-be flower beds in front of the school and around the side of the school where the children enter and leave each day.
After about ten minutes of checking out the side of the school, we returned to front, and as we headed toward the walkway leading to the three stairs outside the front door, from a distance I saw a woman sprawled on the ground.
Although I didn't know her, I immediately ran towards her to see how I could help. She was a heavy-set well-dressed woman in her late sixties or early seventies, lying face down, and she was moaning loudly.
From the instant I saw her, I thought of my mother, who'd fallen any number of times during the last two years of her life. Like mama, she was wearing colorful clothes. Like mama, she had a lovely face. Like mama, after she had fallen, she was frightened, hurt, and embarrassed.
Having fallen a few times myself, I know that the immediate reaction is usually nausea, and it's best to let someone regain their equilibrium. I also know it's a mistake to ask someone too many questions when they're clearly in a crisis.
When I approached the woman (whom I'll call Mary), I immediately got down on my knees, and began talking softly to her. I explained that I knew there was a lot of blood, and it looked like it was coming from her nose (which was still flat on the stairs). I asked her if it was okay for me to rub her back to try and calm her down, and she nodded.
"My friend and I are here to help you," I said. "Arturo is getting the principal. Betty is going for towels. Someone in the office will call the paramedics. But, I don't want you to worry. You're going to be fine. Just try to relax, and we'll try to stop the blood."
To make a long story shorter, everyone pitched in to help. It turned out that Mary was a volunteer who was helping out in the office. After she calmed down, she was finally able to sit up, and I held a cold sponge on her nose, and wiped the blood off her face and hands, all the while talking to her calmly and trying to comfort her.
Once the paramedics came, they took over, put Mary on a gurney, and took her to the hospital where her son was waiting. As Mary left, she squeezed my hand, and thanked me for helping her.
Later, when I walked to my car, I looked upward at heaven, and smiled. Somehow I knew my mother was smiling back at me.
Who knows? But, what I do know is that I always feel better when I'm able to help someone else.