Well. I had and *interesting* day to say the least. Started off as normal. Got up at 7 and left for class at 8. Had a full on day getting some competencies assesed and out of the way (non-blood specimen collections - faeces, urine etct J0y!). Head off home on the train as usual. This is where the *interesting* part begins....
I get off the train and head towards my street. I see a woman running down the street and think nothing much of it. Then as I'm heading towards my house I see her again. Screaming and crying. Saying something about her lost little boy... 4 years old and autistic and unable to communicate. I feel terrible for her but cant really help so I go on my way.
Then, after seeing this woman run up the street in the opposite direction, I see a little boy at the end of the street going into the park. I start running. I dump my books at my front door and bolt towards the park. The boy spots me and begins to run him self. Then as I enter the park i see him at the swings.
The next 20 minutes pretty much envolves me trying to keep the boy in the park and stop him from running out into the streets and away from me. I call the police and they're on their way. Some other girls come to the park but are reluctant to help. And the the boy goes for one more run.... into the street. As I run off to stop him... his mother sees us and comes running. I manage to grab the boy and he sits on the ground. And then comes mum. She was so relieved and thankful for my help when no one else seemed to care.
I'm still quite shaken and mentally drained. Wow. What a day.
I get off the train and head towards my street. I see a woman running down the street and think nothing much of it. Then as I'm heading towards my house I see her again. Screaming and crying. Saying something about her lost little boy... 4 years old and autistic and unable to communicate. I feel terrible for her but cant really help so I go on my way.
Then, after seeing this woman run up the street in the opposite direction, I see a little boy at the end of the street going into the park. I start running. I dump my books at my front door and bolt towards the park. The boy spots me and begins to run him self. Then as I enter the park i see him at the swings.
The next 20 minutes pretty much envolves me trying to keep the boy in the park and stop him from running out into the streets and away from me. I call the police and they're on their way. Some other girls come to the park but are reluctant to help. And the the boy goes for one more run.... into the street. As I run off to stop him... his mother sees us and comes running. I manage to grab the boy and he sits on the ground. And then comes mum. She was so relieved and thankful for my help when no one else seemed to care.
I'm still quite shaken and mentally drained. Wow. What a day.