Why I love the people of Winnipeg
I was headed to Polo Park with my elderly mother when she slipped on some ice and fell backward, smacking her head on the road.
I was not able to lift her on my own so I started calling for help. Many people came. I love the people of Winnipeg.
A man lifted her up, and she didn’t respond well. I was worried she had broken something or suffered a major concussion. It turns out she was OK — able to respond but in pain.
We were watching her face closely for any signs she was feeling ill effects, and we did not notice that a bus had pulled up nearby. The driver came over and said she could get on the bus where it was warm while we waited for the paramedics.
I believe it was the driver who alerted us to the blood seeping through the back of her hood. Once we were on the bus, he gave me some paper towels to mop up the blood and told her to lie down and wait for the paramedics.
He then folded up his coat for her to use as a pillow. I really thought this was above and beyond. My mother didn’t want to get blood on the coat, but he told her it wasn’t a problem.
Paramedics took us to Misericordia, where she was given some tests and only needed four stitches and some recovery time.
Thanks to all of you who helped — the man who helped her up and onto the bus, the driver who went above and beyond, the transit supervisor who showed such concern, the paramedics and the couple in the waiting room at the hospital who helped her out when I had to leave to attend to someone else.
May God bless all of you. I am sorry I didn’t get your names but want to thank you for helping in a scary situation and making it a little less so.