howie’s halfpipe

Tonight after commy dinner I was walking home, and there passed out on the footpath was an older man.
It was down the side of the RSL club and i figured there is probably often people passed out on this section of footpath late at night, after having a few to many inside.

anyway i couldnt just walk past and pretend i didnt see anything, otherwise the story of the good samaritan would haunt me forever and i would see myself as one of the men who didnt stop.

I tapped him on the shoulder and there was no response. So i shook him a little and he awoke from his late evening nap. He tried sitting up but that wasnt really working for him all that well. I asked if he was ok or in pain and if he wanted any help. He mumbled a bit i couldnt really understand except that he mumbled ‘ambulance’ so i made sure that is what he was saying and i called 112. It was fun calling 112 i have never called it before i have always used 000.

Then 40 or so minutes later an ambulance turned up.
By the time the ambulance had turned up the man was sitting up and coherant enogh to find his smokes and have a few.

The ambulance men had a talk to him, decided he was fine and told him they werent a taxi service and that he should get a taxi home.
THen the 2 ambo guys picked the man up and got him to his feet. Whihc being on his feet he didnt look all that much in control. he sort of fell back onto a litttle wall and sat there. The ambos eventually decided to take him home.

and then i continued my walk home.