By this time I’m starting to pick up on his verbal and physical cues, and can tell a little bit more of what he’s saying. He wants me to wait with him for the bus. His name was Carl. He had something around his neck, but didn’t want me to take it off, but i could see his name. After about 15 minutes the bus finally arrives, and I help load him on and pay his fare and get him strapped into the wheelchair section. I sort of explain the situation to the bus driver, and he just looks at me with this bewildered face. “What the hell am I gonna do with him?”, he says.
This was really the point where the whole situation started to hit me deeply. I could hear Carl muttering some words that I couldn’t make out, and I could have left feeling great about myself as a person. After all, it’s not like he asked me to take him home. But in all of his mutterings, I could tell that Carl needed my help. The bus driver couldn’t take him home. Through all his disability, he looked at me, human to human, right in the eye, and I knew he needed help.
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