Beside him, a takeaway cup of coffee and a small sugar packet lay open.A flow of people kept walking by.He regained consciousness, though weakly, and told me he was diabetic and it might be a good idea to call an ambulance,which I did―it was only a few minutes away.In barely a whisper, he said to me, “Nobody stopped.Thank you.”Fighting back tears, I asked him his name.“Greg,” he said.Looking into his eyes, I read the mind of a proud man who didn’t like what was happening to him.The ambulance soon arrived, and the old man was sent to the hospital.Still, I felt my heart aching for the Winter Manand for the shame that I had almost walked past another person in need.I was amazed that it had been so easy to be helpful.
