angel2write
Diamond Member
I was driving my student home today & accidentally passed her exit. Drove up the on-ramp for the next exit & there was an elderly woman standing beside her van with the hood up.
After thinking about it for a moment (I was already having a rough day, but it was cold and raining and no one else was stopping) I pulled in behind her. She told me that she was a cancer patient. Her car died at the light. She was on her way to pick up her medications to help with side-effects from the chemo (one arm was terribly swollen) and then pick up her grand-daughter from school.
My student and I got her car pushed off the road. A man on a bike helped because it was uphill and we were having trouble. She got in her car and we got the number for her kid's school, got the school notified, got someone to take the kid home. Then more calls. My student's mom is a dispatcher for a repair service and got a couple guys in a truck to come jump her van. We called a friend of the stranded woman's to come and follow her home. While she waited for the guys to come jump her van, I took my student to pick up her meds.
When we got back with the meds, they had her up & running again & the person was there to follow her home. All was well. Happy ending.
I did something good, so why do I feel so scared and miserable and like I did something really, really wrong? I had to stop and call my husband because I was panicking so bad I could barely drive. I keep feeling like apologizing to everybody. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry and I'm not even sure what I'm sorry for!
I feel like an idiot. Why is this happening to me?
After thinking about it for a moment (I was already having a rough day, but it was cold and raining and no one else was stopping) I pulled in behind her. She told me that she was a cancer patient. Her car died at the light. She was on her way to pick up her medications to help with side-effects from the chemo (one arm was terribly swollen) and then pick up her grand-daughter from school.
My student and I got her car pushed off the road. A man on a bike helped because it was uphill and we were having trouble. She got in her car and we got the number for her kid's school, got the school notified, got someone to take the kid home. Then more calls. My student's mom is a dispatcher for a repair service and got a couple guys in a truck to come jump her van. We called a friend of the stranded woman's to come and follow her home. While she waited for the guys to come jump her van, I took my student to pick up her meds.
When we got back with the meds, they had her up & running again & the person was there to follow her home. All was well. Happy ending.
I did something good, so why do I feel so scared and miserable and like I did something really, really wrong? I had to stop and call my husband because I was panicking so bad I could barely drive. I keep feeling like apologizing to everybody. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry and I'm not even sure what I'm sorry for!
I feel like an idiot. Why is this happening to me?