There But For The Grace Of God

Saturday night we (my favorite husband, the elusive son and I) went out to eat at our favorite sushi restaurant (Shiki Sushi in Ballston Commons) and then to see a movie (Star Trek, which the EO had not seen yet). It was a wonderful family-time evening, and on the way home, the sky was crackling in preparation for yet another beautiful thunderstorm.

The night became disturbing when, nearing Lee Highway, we saw a man in the median of the road. He had fallen and could not get up…in fact he started crawling. He had no shoes on. It was clear that he was either very drunk or very weak/ill. Either way, we could not leave him, so we stopped in hopes of helping him. When we got to him, we could tell that he had been drinking, heavily. We got him on his feet, and it became obvious that he was in no shape to continue his journey on foot (or knee).

He looked to me to be in his sixties…but he could have been younger. I just could not tell in the dark. Then again, I don’t know if I’m a good judge of age. He was dressed in clean, decent athletic clothing, and had a very nice pair of glasses on, and we did not feel like he was homeless, so we asked him what his address was. “Four one four,” he said, and then repeated: “Four one four.” But no street address. “Should we look at your license to see where you live?” I asked him, and he said that his wallet had been stolen…and in fact, he did not seem to have a wallet on him. No identification at all. But finally, we got the name of his street and we put him in our car. Yes, we put him in our car. That’s a real iffy thing to do, I realize. I mean, who was this guy and what were we going to do with him if we didn’t find his home? We didn’t want to take him to the police. They would put him in jail and then he would have that on his record. And we could not leave him there in the median…it was about to storm. He could have been hit by a car, or struck by lightning, or he could have fallen again and ended up in a gutter and drowned. It could happen.

We drove around looking for the 400 block of his road. It didn’t make sense, because we were in the 4000 block, which made me believe he probably meant 4014, not 414. Thank goodness that was correct, and at last we got him to 4014, where it turns out he lived in a basement apartment. It was quite dark by then, and, leaving me in the car, H and EO walked him (one on each side) to his apartment. It was so dark and late, I was afraid someone would think they were burglers and shoot them or something (yes, I’m a worrier…worrier, I say, not a warrior). As they passed the man’s car, they found his wallet, keys, a half eaten hotdog and I think they said an empty Vodka bottle (but could not find his shoes). They took these things and the man into the apartment and helped him into bed. Then then came back to the car and we went home.

I hope the man stayed in bed. I hope it was his apartment (haha). In the morning, he would have absolutely no recollection of what had happened the night before. Which is fine by me.