Man on the Street
Despite all actions to the contrary in recent days, I believe in the goodness of people. I think we all possess empathy and compassion towards our fellow man. Yesterday as I was walking along a street in Vancouver, I saw a homeless man who had collapsed on his knees. His hair was stringy and unkempt, his clothes were dirty and torn, and he looked as if he had fallen to his lowest point in life; he was in the gutter. A couple of men had rushed to his aid, one fellow holding his hand, talking to him soothingly, while the other called 911 Emergency. The fellow holding the fallen man's hand was very large and rather intimidating, and I would imagine that in many parts of the world, unfortunately, he would be treated with a certain amount of suspicion. And when he spoke, I had never heard such kindness.
"You will be okay, just try to breathe, and don't be frightened. We're here with you and we're not going to leave you until the medics get here. You're okay... you're okay..."
The fallen man was on his knees, and his jeans were exposing part of his buttocks. Another man came out of his shop with a small piece of cloth and covered the exposed man's shame. It struck me then what a kind, thoughtful gesture that was. The two men stayed with the fallen man and held his hand until the ambulance arrived, and he was quickly taken away.
Every day there are unsung heroes in our midst. We never know who these good Samaritans are, or if we will one day need them ourselves. After witnessing the horror of the Vancouver riots, my faith in humanity was badly shaken, but it has once again been restored by these two kind men.