Contributed by: Jackie T.
Reviewed by: Evelyn Corsini, MSW, March 2009
It was a cold winter night. I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic on my way to my chiropractor’s office with a full blown migraine headache. I was extremely nauseous as I had had the migraine all day but was unable to get to my chiropractor any earlier. Finally the nausea got the better of me and I pulled over to the side of the road in order to throw up. As the traffic and the area I pulled over to the side of the road were so narrow that I could only open my door about 6 inches in order to throw up.
Just as I was finishing getting sick to my stomach I noticed a car that had pulled over to the side of the road in front of me. Then I saw a man, who at great risk to his own well being, walking to my car. Keeping his distance, I assume because he didn’t know if I was contagious with the flu or not, he asked if I was alright and if he could call for help for me? I assured him I was fine and thanked him very much for his help. Chivalry is alive and well!