A few of us stood in line, and then there was a loud thump, and those closest to us saw an elderly gentleman with grey hair and shoulders hunched with age become unconscious. His head seemed to hit the shelves hard, where broken pieces of plastic were breaking off and books were falling. Whether they were sweets, I don't know. Maybe even something else. It didn't matter, because our eyes were fixed on the gentleman on the floor with fear.
A young, very young boy jumped out of the queue to meet him. I wouldn't guess his age, because if I make him older he might be offended, and if I make him younger he might be offended.
"Call an ambulance," came from somewhere, but this guy was already on the phone: "Yes, here at the post office, the gentleman has fainted..." He directed the paramedics and helped the gentleman to stand up, held his hand, helped him to a chair ... Above all, he was by his side the whole time. He unobtrusively asked him now and then how he was feeling, while talking to the lady on the other side of the 112 line.
Many others helped too - one brought water, another asked for something. But only one stayed by his master's side the whole time. This boy, Alen Bajrič.
I've already pulled into the car park. At moments like this, it is particularly difficult to guess how much time is passing. But many cars had already changed, and many customers had already entered and exited, before the ambulance showed up in the driveway. The two paramedics walked up to the gentleman, who had been sitting in the post office waiting room, slightly confused, and helped him to the vehicle. Only then did the young boy come up behind him.
So he waited with the gentleman until the moment he "handed it over" to the rescuers, which I thought was really nice.
"I'm still in a bit of shock..." he was a bit lost for words when I asked him what it was. "They said to call an ambulance, but I'll wait with the man anyway." Why did he help him so much? "I've been in his place many times myself." Yeah? "I'm in poor health, so I've been picked up like this a lot. I've always looked at things positively, why not help someone, it's going to pay off somewhere."
Apart from practical help, like calling an ambulance, he was there, by his side, all the time, even in silence. He shouldn't have ... "Maybe not really, but ... like I've got something better to do, like I'll catch something quicker if I go home earlier. If I can be kind, why not?"
Did his parents teach him good values and how to help his fellow man?
"Yes, my mother is a little angel, my father the same. Always be good to everyone, and you will be the same."
Beautiful deeds count ...
Petra Škarja, 21. 1. 2025
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