I Saw Sunday where you can join in with pictures, thoughts, observations, anything you like!
On a couple of my trips to the park with Grace, I've stopped and talked with a lovely old man in his mobility scooter. He's 92 years old, charming and bright as a button. So when I saw him across the lake slumped in his scooter, my heart sank.
"Oh no, he's dead!" I thought, putting Grace on her lead and rushing around the lake to him.
As I neared him, my legs went all wobbly and my mind was racing. I really didn't know what to do. There was no-one else about and I didn't even have my mobile on me. He'd become my responibilty. It wouldn't have felt right just to just leave him alone, dead in the middle of the park while I went for help. I thought about perhaps leaning over the handles, pressing the mobility scooter button and 'driving' him away.
I stood beside him for a while, my heart in my throat, wondering just what to do.
Then with my heart pumping, I steeled myself and tentatively reached out my hand to his shoulder .... and he came ALIVE again. I nearly had a heart attack!
After I'd regained my composure, we had a chat and he told me he often liked to take a nap by the lake when the weather was nice. I nodded and agreed, but I couldn't help thinking, well you could've told me that on one of our other chats!
I did have my camera with me, but it seemed bad taste to ask him to pretend to be dead in his scooter again just so I had a picture for my blog!