Can Someone Lend Me a Hand?

Okay, so I haven't posted in a while. Sorry. Theres a real good reason...But instead of rambling on now I'm going to tell you the story and ramble later.

"Nicole your granddaddy wants to go for a walk!" my dad screamed from the back door. I take walks with my granddaddy in the late afternoon. He's pretty much blind and deaf so he has to go with someone and use his cane. I threw on some old shoes and walked out the back door. He was in the driveway and since he hadn't been feeling well this week I asked if he just wanted to walk a short distance to the stop sign and back. He was pretty wobbly but he had been for a couple of week so I didn't think much of it. When we got to the stop sign he said he tought he could make it around the block. Since my dad was on my golfcart driving around I thought it'd be ok if we had to call for someone to come get him since that almost happened once before. I also took my cell phone...I almost decided to not take it...If I hadn't...Where would I have been...?Anyway we didn't even get halfway down the street when the worst DID happen...

He fell. H-A-R-D! We had been talking about my test scores from last year and he got quiet then stumbled and fell on the pavement. He landed on his right side. First his arm then his head. I screamed "GRANDADDY ARE YOU OK?!?!" silence....( since when was silence ever golden?) He said a few seconds later " Yeah I'm ok." I told him I'm calling gramma since there was blood trickling down from his head. I looked up and saw an older lady walking by! I made eye contact with her and she just kept going!!!!!!! I remember her face and I ALWAYS! will....I asked him if he was ok to stand and with much help from me he did. But I could'nt get gramma cause ...she was on the phone...(OF ALL TIMES?!?)

He started to wobble.I asked him if he needed to sit down. "Well I guess I need to.""What hurts?"" Well everywhere."And then there was panic. I freaked! I didn't know what to do! I helped him down and let him fall in my arms as I lowered him to the ground. I put my leg out so I could keep him up without falling over while I used my other leg for balance and tried to call gramma on my cell phone. I saw dad comming down the road on the golfcart! Thank God I'm saved I thought! I waved my arms....But he turned th corner to our house.. He didn't see me I realized. I don't think Iv'e ever been so disappointed. I couldn't leave him there and go for help...But I thought help wouldn't come for me...2 cars blew right past me....I thought He'd die there beacuse his head was bleeding bad.... I couldn't let that happen...But I had to do something!

I finally got through to gramma and told her and begged her to get dad. But she's older herself and couldn't move fast. I kept getting grandaddy to talk to me so I knew he was ok. But he said weird stuff and thought I was talking to him when I wasn't even on the phone. I kept telling him everything was ok and help was comming soon..I don't think I 've ever felt that bad when lying to a person...I knew in my heart if help came it would be slow. I called gramma another 3 times and each time she said she couldn't find dad. I think I was so scared at one point I told her I didn't care who she got just someone get thier @$$ down here NOW!!! She kept looking. I kept waiting. Grandaddy said at on point" How far are we in the road?" Of coarse I had to to the side. And my spunky teeange response was "I really don't care if were blocking a car! They can get over it!" He giggled. Finally I called my house...one ring...two ring...3....4....5...6...God no! PLease let someone pick up!!! 8...."Hello?"

"Dad get out here quick grandaddy fell!!"...Click. Someone was finally on the way... I leaned down and told him help really is on the way!!!! A few brief (and I mean very brief. Dad must have been going 80.) seconds later I heard the sound of truckie before I even saw it!! The sound of relief... Then the truck turned sharply on the road we were on. I would've jumped for joy had my leg not been the only thing keeping grandaddy up. "He's here!!" I screamed. Dad jumped out and came over. He grabbed grandaddyand helped him into the truck. Blood and snot was dripping down his face.

Bam! There was an image of Chance in my head, when he fell of fthe trampoline one summer and showed up at the front door all bloody up on his right side... That unfortunatly is still a very vivid memory in my mind. After I asked if he needed help and he said no I started running back home. I wish the track coach had been there...He would've put me on the team immediatly. When I was almost there my mom came driving up from a meeting she had just been at. I kept going, cause I really don't think I could've stopped. Gramma was on the front porch. She probably heard the truck take off and went to investigate. Mom pulled up and asked me what was wrong. I breifly explained that he fell then it all set in. The fall the blood EVERYTHING! And what did I do?

I cried. Flat out cried. I rarely cry. But just after all that, after fighting back the tears I wanted to cry back there but instead surpress them to try and be strong for him. All those emotions set in at once and it just ..Hit me. Mom told me it wasn't my fault and that it could've happened to anyone. Dad pulled up at that time and we got him on the porch and started to tend to the wounds. Then we decided to take him to the hospital. They hopped in a car, mom and I hopped in the truck, and Jan came after her meeting. They ran several tests on him. While we waited for doctors I called Sarah. Thank God I had someone to talk to. She told me her dad was comming out to check on him. ( He's the preacher at our church.)The doctors all asked me what happened and I had to explain to them several times the whole situation.

They were worried he had a concussion. Sarah's dad showed up talked and prayed over him. Finally I had to come home for school in the morning. Dad called later and said they had to keep him over night. He had a massive blackeye! I mean MASSIVE! And a skinned up arm but other than that he was fine. They kept him another night and he ccame home today!! ^_^

After looking back at that day I wonder what was going through that lady's head when she saw me. The preacher at our church was more than willing to come at 9:30 at might to just say a small prayer! And YOU! (yes you!) Would'nt even stop to ask if everything was ok! I remember her face.. She's got something comming. I'm not sure yet , but everyones I've told is MORE than willing to help. I just can't belive her! I was so mad I said if she was ever dangling from a cliff with one hand I'd stomp on her fingers. Then I decided I'm gong to show her the kindness she did'nt show me. I'll help her up and get to safety...Then question her on why she never helped me! Don't worry lady I remember you...And don't you EVER expect me to smile or wave EVER again. I'm sure when this gets out across the neighborhood nobody will want to smile at you!