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My guy is really
good in a crisis. I know this because in the 15 months we've been together he
has come to the aid of strangers in need on at least 3 occasions, and those are
just the events I have witnessed. It has come to a point that, if we are doing
something in the morning but have plans in the evening, I mentally allocate an
extra hour and a half for him to come to someone's rescue. It gives me a bit of
an inside perspective into the lives of Lois Lane, Mary Jane Watson and Bruce
Wayne's countless women - minus the super villains.
The first event
was a car crash (this was no accident, this was bad driving) we witnessed on a
busy street but my guy alone stopped and stayed on the scene for. Purchasing
water for those directly involved, making sure everyone was ok and waiting for
police.
Second, while out
for a lovely bike ride on a gorgeous sunny day, about 60 km from home and
enough time for me to get back home, change, have something to eat and go off
to teach karate. As we hit our turn around point I politely declined a request
to borrow a mobile, as I didn't have mine with me and kept riding. My guy, on
the other hand, stopped and discovered that the lady asking for a phone really
needed medical attention. She had fallen on a recently replaced hip and, as
cliché as it sounds, could not get up. She sat stranded on the grass with 3
dogs about her and unable to move. My guy got her to her feet, called an
ambulance, called her husband and waited with her until she was safely in the
care of the paramedics while I wrangled the dogs and felt utterly ashamed of
myself for not stopping when she spoke to me. My only lame defense is that she
asked for a phone I did not have, rather than ask for help.
Next came the
stoned mountain biker who had inextricably managed to put his chain on
incorrectly. In fact, the chain was so strangely installed that my guy had to
take the rear derailleur apart to fix it. So there I stood, again loosing time
to eat before going to teach, while my boyfriend performed a 20 minute trail
side bicycle repair for "Blazy" the pothead mountain biker.
Before you say to
yourself, "this man is too good to be true" and possibly think that I
have made him up, let me fill in the mountain bike story. I fell hard on my
shoulder during that ride. I was told to get back on my bike and off we went. I
was lightly chastised for being too cautious on sections and slightly mocked
for my lack of mountain biking prowess. Two things I have, on many occasions,
openly admitted to 1. that I suck at mountain biking 2. that my lack of
mountain biking ability turns me into a coward. I was dragged up and down many
hills to complete the ride despite my crash. While my guy was fixing the
stranger's bike, I was struggling to get our bikes onto the rack with what turned
out to be two torn tendons in my left shoulder. I am still not allowed to lift
anything with my left arm, let alone heave a heavy mountain bike onto a bike
rack. He ain't perfect but he is very, very good.
Where have all the
good men gone? They are running late because they've spent anywhere from 20
minutes to 2 hours helping a stranger in need while you are probably sat at the
coffee shop being hit on by some creep.
