Last night
was a whirlwind of crazy. No sooner had I posted my last blog did a wheel
chaired man, named Alvin Martin, come straight up to my table. I had spoken to
the man earlier, after he nearly ran me over while backing up out of closet
elevator. I could tell immediately that this man was in a bad way. Asking me to
roll him over to the check-in counter, he uttered a long, low groan of pain. Later
on in the evening, Alvin-being a man of considerable size- asked me to ensure
he received enough to eat, after his first helping of one ham & cheese, or
pb & j sandwich. I hadn’t been able to help him out at the time because the
boss figured there was not enough sandwiches lift for all to have seconds.
Being “fair” is very important here. So when Alvin rolled up to my side last
night, I was unsure of his intentions but assumed they involved more food. Instead,
I heard a fascinating story made up of the high and low points of this man’s
life.
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