I can’t say my family is rich, but we certainly don’t need anything. My father has lung cancer, but we find money and opportunities to keep him on treatment. Yes, we think less about vacations and buying a new TV now, but Dad’s health is much more important.
Anyway, the thing is, I was coming home from work one day when I saw a woman on a bench holding her chest. I assumed she wasn’t feeling well, so I went over to ask her if she was okay. It was immediately clear from her answer that she wasn’t feeling well, so I called an ambulance for her. Staying with her, I shared some mints, hoping that she would breathe a little easier, and then even escorted her to the hospital. I didn’t know anything about the stranger, but I was forced to leave my number as a caregiver.
The next day I was notified that the woman was perfectly fine, would be discharged this evening, if I wanted, I could check on her. I didn’t want to. I didn’t help to make new acquaintances. The woman, on the other hand, didn’t think so. After finding out my number, she started calling me, asking how she could repay me for my “kindness. I said that I did not need anything, I had everything. But she wouldn’t let up. She called me and said that she was very rich and could definitely help me in some way.
My husband, when he found out that I was refusing the gratuity, got angry.
– We spend so much money on your father, is it hard for you to accept what you get for nothing?
I thought maybe I should really ask for that kind of help. Without being cheeky, I told her that my father was sick, I was spending money on his treatment, and since she wanted to help so much, she could help with some medicine. I foolishly gave her my father’s information and the hospital where he was staying, and the next day a nurse called me and told me that some good Samaritan had paid for my father’s treatment and intended to pay for it in the future.
Of course it was that woman. And thank her very much, but that’s a bit much. All I did was call an ambulance, and she’s paying for expensive treatment for a stranger. Frankly, it gives me the creeps. Maybe it’s stupid. In vain I’m winding myself up and should just relax. As the saying goes, give – take it, hit – run. But would you accept help from a stranger for nothing? I have this unpleasant feeling that I now owe her.
