In Route :
I was approaching the escalators to the baggage terminal and aside me were an older couple getting on the escalators steps next to me – the beautiful old woman suddenly crumpled and fell, over and over, down the stairs landing at the bottom in a heap – watching this, I have run down and scooped her up, then her husband began to fall behind and over her but somehow he valiantly made his way over her and me, the blood from cuts on her nose gushing onto my hands as I kept her head lifted off of the bottom of the escalator stairs still moving. The people behind them, stacking up like cord wood, putting their feet up on the ledge of the escalator scrambling out of the way. The handsome older husband still trying to help his wife. Another saving grace gal kept bringing napkins to me to absorb the blood, until the medics arrived at last. Omg.
I have survivors guilt, as I saw they looked feeble, approaching the stairs and I should have run over to their sides to assist. It seems the rubber on the bottom of her walking cane had come off, just before the descent – making the cane unusable as a crutch or a prop.
Lesson learned ? Follow your gut, help your neighbors, cry when you need to and get enough sleep because God will call on you many times….
As HST said ‘be brave comrades’ .
Love and thank you to everyone that made this amazing trip possible.
All my love, Karin
