“On Sunday, I rescued a woman,” my friend, Bob Dann, reported in the midst of our bi-weekly personal training session. He was standing at Yonge and Queen last Sunday morning at 8:30 a.m., waiting to cheer on relatives doing the Sporting Life 10k Run. He felt a persistent tug on his t-shirt and turned to find a little Asian woman wanting his attention.
Bob didn’t want to miss his relatives, but felt he must help. So he turned to the woman. She was well-groomed, appropriately dressed, carrying a purse, and obviously not homeless. English was not her first language but she said she was lost and cold. She had no idea where she was or where she was to go. Bob thought to look in her purse. Before he did, he had the wit to tell the Race Marshall standing nearby what the problem was and what he was doing. All the better to avoid any accusations of nefarious actions on his part.
In her purse, he found two wallets, one with no money in it, the other with a large amount of cash. He found a laminated card with her name, address and telephone number. When he called the number on the card, it was out of service. Further searching of her bag revealed another laminated card with several names, telephone numbers and their relationship to her. He called her son whom he learned lived in North Toronto.
Her son was very alarmed to learn about his mother’s condition. He told Bob that she lived in the east end and her routine was to go out for a walk in her area every day. He suspected that she had become disoriented by the race. He was willing to come and get her but, as a practical matter, his getting downtown and parking would take a long time. Bob suggested that, as she did have money on her, he would put her in a cab with instructions to take her home.
Bob planned to wait until there was a break in the runners to help her find a cab. When there wasn’t a break soon, he manoeuvred her across Yonge Street through the runners, walked with her east on Queen, and hailed a cab on Victoria. He put her in a cab, gave the driver her address, and said that she had money to pay the fare. Bob trusted that the cab driver would deliver her to her home correctly.
Later that day, her son texted Bob to thank him for rescuing his mother. She was 95 years old, and in transition from being very independent to a secured living situation. Pending placement, she was staying in her home and doing her daily walk. Fortunately, she was able to ask for help, someone like Bob responded, and in her purse was the information he needed to get her home. Without the laminated cards with contact information, he could not have done so.
This reminded me of a similar experience which happened to my mother and father. My mother had suffered a stroke, lost her short-term memory, and became prone to wandering. My father was her primary caregiver. Always, when she left the house, she went with him. One day, he had been gardening in the backyard, came into the house, and found Mum missing. He looked everywhere and couldn’t find her. He was panic-stricken and didn’t know what to do. Should he call the police? Should he call my brother, a busy family doctor who would be seeing patients? Maybe she just went for a walk around the block, and would soon return.
He waited, increasingly anxious as the time went by. Then the telephone rang. It was friends from the church. They reported that they were at the Lougheed Mall on the North Road when they saw Mum shopping by herself. The mall is 4.5 kilometres away from my parents’ home, a seven to ten minute drive by car. When they didn’t see Dad with her, the friends knew something was wrong, and phoned the house. They speculated that my mother had gone to the corner near her home and caught the eastbound bus which ends its route at the Lougheed Mall. Dad retrieved her, utterly relieved, and totally grateful to the friends who assisted.
There was an upside to this event. It showed that Mum still retained her capacity to get herself to the bus stop, get on a bus, pay a fare, and find her way into the mall from the bus terminus. The downside was that this was a new development. It had never occurred to my father that she would or could do what she did. New precautions were now required.
As an aside, I should add that great personal trainers, among other things, provide their clients with material for their blogs.