“Sir, are you all right?” It
was around noon when Lynda, an avid jogger, found Zack, an eighty-one year old
patient with severe Alzheimer’s disease.
“I found an elderly man lying
on a park bench,” she advised the 911 responder. “I tried to awaken him, but he
may be in a coma. Please hurry.”
By the time the police and
ambulance arrived on the scene, it was almost too late.
The doctor at the local
hospital suggested to his family that it could be touch and go for Zack, as he
had Type 1 Diabetes and his blood sugar level was far too
low. Not having had anything to eat or drink since suppertime the evening
before, he was seriously hypoglycemic.
Later, when the police spoke to
Lynda, she had no idea who the man was, or where he came from. She had been
concerned about him, because he was not wearing a coat.
A further investigation by the
police revealed that earlier, he had walked approximately a mile from his
Nursing Home. A new bus driver had let him board the city bus. Not having a bus
pass or any change, she had given Zack a free ride, on compassionate grounds.
“He looked upset,” the young
female bus driver explained to the police. “The man told me that he had to
attend his daughter’s funeral. How could I possibly deny him a ride across town
on the bus?” She realized that she should have alerted the
police, when he got off the bus across from a park on the other side of
town, several hours later.
“I am sorry,” she said to
Zack’s wife. “He stumbled a bit as if he was dizzy, but he did not smell like
alcohol.”
“Zack has done this before. He
has gone to his daughter’s funeral many times,” his wife explained to her,
gently.
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