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I got called an angel last night.
It was kinda cool, actually. It didn't have anything to do with a guy trying a bad pick up line or someone trying to compliment looks or anything like that.
See, there was this guy that came into The Bar about 9 pm. He, to the bartender and manager, just looked really really drunk, which isn't uncommon here. He couldn't walk steady and he couldn't really speak all that well and he was really unfocused. The manager and bartender were discussing what to do about him when I came out and looked at him. And something about it was off. He didn't seem drunk to me, but whatever it was was familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Then I noticed his wrist.
See, there's this bracelet my Grandma wears. Has as long as I can remember. When I was little I didn't know what it was but I wanted one. As I got older, and travelled alone with her, I came to understand what it was. My grandmother has had insulin dependant diabetes as long as I've been alive.
This guy had one of those bracelets.
So I told my manager I'd handled it and I went over to him and led him to a table. I told my bartender to get me some juice and I got some bread from the back and set them on his table. He drank the juice right away and went through about three glasses in just a few minutes. As soon as he slowed on that and had eaten some bread, he came around a little, enough for me to ask him if there was anything he was allergic to or anything specific he would like to eat, because he needed something in his system. I also asked if there was anything in his bag he needed cause I worried he might have forgotten his insulin. He nodded but couldn't really phrase much (he was still very out of it) so I asked permission to look in his bag. I found a pouch with little vials in it like the ones my Grandma uses, so I put it on the table and made sure he knew it was there.
I got him some food and he requested a diet soda so we got him that. I kept an eye on him and as he ate he started getting better. So when he was done I went over and asked if there was anything else he needed and if he felt better. He just looked up and said, "You know someone, don't you?"
I just laughed and told him my Grandmother was diabetic and I used to travel with her, so I was familiar with sugar lows and highs and the complications that go along with it.
And then he said something that just made my day: "Well, I just want to thank you. Apparently the heat got to me and I don't know what I would have done if someone hadn't recognized it for what it was. You're an angel and you were here so you could help me."
Now usually, I'm not all religious and "God's plan" and stuff, but I am really glad I was there and I noticed the bracelet. If he hadn't started responding better after some juice, I was completely prepared to call 911 and send him to the hospital if needed. I was worried about him cause I've seen my Grandmother have some pretty major sugar lows and they can get scary. I told him to be careful before he left.
The guy thanked me again before he left and told my manager that she should keep me, I was a good one. It made me feel good that I could help someone out, who most of this town probably just would have written off as drunk as a skunk instead of someone really needing something.
He left me a really good tip too, that I tried to give back to him cause it really was too much. But he then just left it in the book on the table and I didn't see it before he left for good.
But yeah. I helped someone yesterday. Yay me.
It was kinda cool, actually. It didn't have anything to do with a guy trying a bad pick up line or someone trying to compliment looks or anything like that.
See, there was this guy that came into The Bar about 9 pm. He, to the bartender and manager, just looked really really drunk, which isn't uncommon here. He couldn't walk steady and he couldn't really speak all that well and he was really unfocused. The manager and bartender were discussing what to do about him when I came out and looked at him. And something about it was off. He didn't seem drunk to me, but whatever it was was familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Then I noticed his wrist.
See, there's this bracelet my Grandma wears. Has as long as I can remember. When I was little I didn't know what it was but I wanted one. As I got older, and travelled alone with her, I came to understand what it was. My grandmother has had insulin dependant diabetes as long as I've been alive.
This guy had one of those bracelets.
So I told my manager I'd handled it and I went over to him and led him to a table. I told my bartender to get me some juice and I got some bread from the back and set them on his table. He drank the juice right away and went through about three glasses in just a few minutes. As soon as he slowed on that and had eaten some bread, he came around a little, enough for me to ask him if there was anything he was allergic to or anything specific he would like to eat, because he needed something in his system. I also asked if there was anything in his bag he needed cause I worried he might have forgotten his insulin. He nodded but couldn't really phrase much (he was still very out of it) so I asked permission to look in his bag. I found a pouch with little vials in it like the ones my Grandma uses, so I put it on the table and made sure he knew it was there.
I got him some food and he requested a diet soda so we got him that. I kept an eye on him and as he ate he started getting better. So when he was done I went over and asked if there was anything else he needed and if he felt better. He just looked up and said, "You know someone, don't you?"
I just laughed and told him my Grandmother was diabetic and I used to travel with her, so I was familiar with sugar lows and highs and the complications that go along with it.
And then he said something that just made my day: "Well, I just want to thank you. Apparently the heat got to me and I don't know what I would have done if someone hadn't recognized it for what it was. You're an angel and you were here so you could help me."
Now usually, I'm not all religious and "God's plan" and stuff, but I am really glad I was there and I noticed the bracelet. If he hadn't started responding better after some juice, I was completely prepared to call 911 and send him to the hospital if needed. I was worried about him cause I've seen my Grandmother have some pretty major sugar lows and they can get scary. I told him to be careful before he left.
The guy thanked me again before he left and told my manager that she should keep me, I was a good one. It made me feel good that I could help someone out, who most of this town probably just would have written off as drunk as a skunk instead of someone really needing something.
He left me a really good tip too, that I tried to give back to him cause it really was too much. But he then just left it in the book on the table and I didn't see it before he left for good.
But yeah. I helped someone yesterday. Yay me.
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