Shankster
Just another day and another trip to Sam's. Or at least when we left we thought that is what it was going to be. As the Shankster and I entered the Sam's Club doors, there she was laying on the floor. Right as we got there a lady had got to feeling a bit light headed and went to sit and get something to eat while her sister checked out at the cashier. Not exactly sure what happened but as we entered the door the Shankster witnessed her falling to the floor. He ran, I mean he ran to her side and slid down to the floor and grabbed her hand to comfort her. Her sister was on the other side. She was having a seizure. Pretty rotten one too. I went over there as most of the employees or customers just sat and starred. I even heard one manager say don't touch her I am not getting near her or touching her, I called 911. Sad.
Not something I was ready to ever see again. I would have never known just exactly what one looked like had I not seen it up close with my mother on more than one occasion. Once is too much. It has been since 2004 since I had seen any and I really was not ready to ever see one again. Poor lady was having it bad and I am sure this is what it was, I knew it as I timed it as I had so many times with mom. I was so proud of the Shankster for having the courage to take the time to sit with her and hold her hand and rub her arms. I say courage as no one else took the time. They could take the time to watch but not help. And by help I don't mean pick her up or move her but just sit and talk to her telling her it was ok and that help was coming.
Her sister I believe was in a state of shock she didn't really know exactly what to do. When the lady started to come out of it she was still confused as I knew she would be, I bent down and told the sister to keep talking to her for her to hear a familiar voice, so she started trying to talk to her. Because at that moment I realized when she fell she broke her ankle/foot and I knew she needed to be still. The lady would look at her sister, then roll her eyes over to the Shankster then back to her sister and back to the Shankster. She couldn't speak yet. Each time she would look at the Shankster, I could hear him tell her "You are at Sam's, I am a stranger and that is your sister Becky, and help is coming" He said that over and over and each time after she would look at her sister and keep looking at her for a minute, so I knew she was understanding him.
I think it takes a lot to help someone in need in a situation such as that. I think it takes a special person. I think the Shankster is a special person. He helped my mother so much I cannot hardly believe all he did for her each day. Not everyone can do those things. But after this I remembered just how much he did for her. He said the ladies eyes reminded him of moms eyes, and as he reached his hand under her head to give her some comfort, he noticed her head was tiny like moms was too. I also noticed that.. It was too much of a realization that those things, rotten as they are can happen anywhere, anytime. I was not ready for it. We felt bad for her the rest of the day. But I think too it just brought back too many bad memories. I didn't sleep but 2 hours last nite for thinking about it over and over. I thought all those memories had gone from my mind but they had not. Its like each room I go into I see mom and what happened to her all over again each day. I am sure now I am not alone with the memories.
I was proud of the Shankster, he has a heart of gold, I have known that from the day I met him, he is caring and no matter what anyone thinks of him, I know he is special. Very Special. I am glad to know him and have him with me.
Not something I was ready to ever see again. I would have never known just exactly what one looked like had I not seen it up close with my mother on more than one occasion. Once is too much. It has been since 2004 since I had seen any and I really was not ready to ever see one again. Poor lady was having it bad and I am sure this is what it was, I knew it as I timed it as I had so many times with mom. I was so proud of the Shankster for having the courage to take the time to sit with her and hold her hand and rub her arms. I say courage as no one else took the time. They could take the time to watch but not help. And by help I don't mean pick her up or move her but just sit and talk to her telling her it was ok and that help was coming.
Her sister I believe was in a state of shock she didn't really know exactly what to do. When the lady started to come out of it she was still confused as I knew she would be, I bent down and told the sister to keep talking to her for her to hear a familiar voice, so she started trying to talk to her. Because at that moment I realized when she fell she broke her ankle/foot and I knew she needed to be still. The lady would look at her sister, then roll her eyes over to the Shankster then back to her sister and back to the Shankster. She couldn't speak yet. Each time she would look at the Shankster, I could hear him tell her "You are at Sam's, I am a stranger and that is your sister Becky, and help is coming" He said that over and over and each time after she would look at her sister and keep looking at her for a minute, so I knew she was understanding him.
I think it takes a lot to help someone in need in a situation such as that. I think it takes a special person. I think the Shankster is a special person. He helped my mother so much I cannot hardly believe all he did for her each day. Not everyone can do those things. But after this I remembered just how much he did for her. He said the ladies eyes reminded him of moms eyes, and as he reached his hand under her head to give her some comfort, he noticed her head was tiny like moms was too. I also noticed that.. It was too much of a realization that those things, rotten as they are can happen anywhere, anytime. I was not ready for it. We felt bad for her the rest of the day. But I think too it just brought back too many bad memories. I didn't sleep but 2 hours last nite for thinking about it over and over. I thought all those memories had gone from my mind but they had not. Its like each room I go into I see mom and what happened to her all over again each day. I am sure now I am not alone with the memories.
I was proud of the Shankster, he has a heart of gold, I have known that from the day I met him, he is caring and no matter what anyone thinks of him, I know he is special. Very Special. I am glad to know him and have him with me.
posted by dona at 9/16/2009
4 Comments:
WOW I am so proud of my little brother. I only hope your brother and sister know and appreciate the LOVE AND CARE - YOU AND FRANK gave to their mom and now giving to your dad.
You and Frank took such good loving care of my mom, and I want to say THANK YOU........Sandi
(PS and if your siblings read your blog, I hope they pick up the phone to say thanks)........and, I hope you post my blog. LOL
I've always know you both are very special people and I think the world of both of you.
Frank did a really good deed by taking care of that lady. People these days are scared to go near anyone in an emergency situation because they are afraid of the repurcussions..which is absolutely ridiculous!
Sandi, you should be proud of him he is very special and even though I have always known it, I just felt like saying it. I just think it was so special him running over to help the lady when he himself is in so much pain and can hardly walk some days, and I could hardly believe my eyes and ears of the employees and other people.
Oh and you are most welcome!
Awww, that brought tears to my eyes! I'm proud of him for helping and so glad you are happy with him. You picked a winner! I hope the lady is okay as well.
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