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A gentleman fell about a week ago; he missed his step and hit his head on the sidewalk. By the time I got to him employees from the nearest store were holding him steady and cleaning the blood off him with paper towels. I called for the closest person to bring me the medical kit, and made sure 911 was called (he didn't want 911, only his son) and when it arrived I put gauze on his wounds, got some ointment, and towelettes for him and the employees to clean-up with. I felt like I really didn't do enough since he was in good hands by the time I got there, and the medical kit was horribly stocked and many of the items were out of date (I re-stocked it right after). The gentleman assured us he was fine, and left with his son.
Well today that same gentleman approached me and thanked me for everything I did for him; I told him the employees that got to him first deserved most of the thanks. His son had brought him to the hospital anyway, and they found him to be fine except for the cut which is healing nicely and a lovely black eye. I was flattered that he remembered me.
Well today that same gentleman approached me and thanked me for everything I did for him; I told him the employees that got to him first deserved most of the thanks. His son had brought him to the hospital anyway, and they found him to be fine except for the cut which is healing nicely and a lovely black eye. I was flattered that he remembered me.