It was a quiet Sunday morning and I was out for a walk. I was standing by the crosswalk waiting for the light to turn green. There was a man on a wheelchair who was struggling to get through the intersection. He was very fat and his stomach stuck out in the cold air. He just had about 5 to 10 meters to get to the sidewalk and the light had already turned. As the cars waited, I went to the guy and told him I would help him get to the sidewalk.
He mumbled ok and I quickly got him to the sidewalk. As I was pushing up on the sidewalk, a plastic liquor bottle fell to the sidewalk. I stopped and walked over to get it for him. He screamed “No, no… f*ck, f*ck, f*ck no, leave it!” I paused and watched him slowly bend over to retrieve it. “Everyone just keeps taking my stuff!”
Once he got his bottle back, I gave him one last push to the level ground and asked if he was ok. He gave a quiet “Yeah” and slowly moved on.