I'm NOT good at being a Good Samaritan!

Now, I think random acts of kindness are great things! I really do! I wish that I could do them more often. I think that it is EXTREMELY difficult due to the type of world we live in. There is a lot of scepticism and mistrust. Which is unfortunate. However, today's incident, I have no idea what happened! I mean, there was trust, no scepticism, and even thoughtfulness on my behalf, however... Can you be a BAD good Samaritan?

First of all, I wasn't sure how to spell 'Samaritan'. I accidentally added an extra 'i'. Anyways, everyone knows the story of the 'Good Samaritan'. I double check all my spelling on dictionary.com. I truly thought that the first definition would have been around the likes of "a person that helps those in distress no matter what" or something like that. Well, the first definition was actually "an inhabitant of Samaria". I totally didn't think that the reason they were called the good 'Samaritan' was cause they were from Samaria. Maybe I need to brush up on my bible verses. Well, shows you what I know! SO! Back to the story.

Today I went to the doctor. The doctor's appointment was in a medical building that had wheelchairs avaliable to the various patients. Well, as I was walking out of the building after my appointment, I saw a woman. Actually we made eye contact. She then shouts out to me "I need a wheelchair! Is there one there? Can you bring me a wheelchair?" Well, I checked in the immediate vicinity and there wasn't one. I went back outside and she had walked a bit further and I walked up to her and said that there were no wheelchairs available. I then offered her my help to get to where she was going. Her first response is "You can't help me! You're pregnant!!!"

The thing I am about to write is just one of the many reasons why I think I am a bad good samaritan. I ain't FAT! I'm not a super-skinny anorexic model, no. Yeah, I do have curves, but I ain't fat! And I'm sorry! It's winter and I'm wearing a coat. A WINTER coat in fact. Maybe she would have know that I wasn't pregnant if I wore my coat like she does. Wide open in the middle of the winter! However, I opt for warmth over looking 'unpregnant'! I know, I am SO irrational.

SO, I inform her that I am not pregnant and that I can help her. She accepts my help and I begin walking her inside. I actually insisted that she could lean on me as much as she needed too. Her reply was "You're a woman, you aren't strong enough!" OKAY! So, that was insult number two! If I'm not strong enough to help you, then why did you accept my help?!?! I tell her that I am competent enough to hold her weight and that I do lift weights, so I have 'some' strength. Her reply is "Really?" And I got a look! I'm sorry! There is nothing wrong with women working out with weights! Lots of people do, and some of them are women!!! That is insult number three! Anyway!

We proceed into the building and we get through the doors and she says "I need a wheelchair! See if there is a wheelchair around here!" So I see someone who works in the building and ask if there are wheelchairs. They reply that they do have wheelchairs for people to use however there are none currently available as people are free to take them and do not need to return them to where they got them. I then ask if there is someone who can assist the woman to where she needs to go. There is NO one available. I return to the woman and say there aren't any, however I can help her get to where she is going. She then starts a rant about how she is late for her appointment and that if she doesn't get a wheelchair she won't get there on time and they will not let her into her appointment and then she will have to come back again on a later date.

I cut her off and say that I will help her get there regardless and that they will probably not be angry with her since she is having mobility problems. I somehow get her to resume walking with me and ask her where she needs to go. She exclaims "The third floor! I need to be on the third floor for my x-ray!" Well I then go back to the person that I asked for the wheelchair and double checked what office we needed to go to. Well, the woman says that x-rays are done on the first floor. So I walk back to the woman and start her moving and tell her that it is on the first floor. She exclaims "But the woman on the phone told me that it's on the third floor! You are wrong!" I reply, saying that x-rays are taken on the first floor. She then pulls out her appointment card. Well, doesn't it have the office name and unit number on it. If someone is helping you and you aren't sure of where you are going and you do have it written down... really people is the end of that sentence NOT obvious? Uhh, insult number four.

So we have to walk to the elevators. Well, it is a bit of a trek. I could have taken her to the closer elevators however I took her to the ones farther away, so if she had to walk along on the third floor it would be a shorter walk. I thought I was being nice. As we are walking to the elevators she exclaims "I need a wheelchair! You HAVE to get me a wheelchair!" And she wants me to go back to the poor innocent woman that I talked to before and yell at her for the 'lack of wheelchairs'! I told her that I would help her get to where she wanted to be, however that is it. So, we resume walking. She then sees a chair and sits down and explains "I'm not going to make it if you're not going to get me a wheelchair! There is no point, I'm going to miss the appointment! Just leave!" I offer her my cell phone to call the office and say that she is having a lot of trouble and that she will be there shortly. Her reply, "I ALREADY CALLED THEM!!!" Those weren't all insults, but they all can be categorized as rudeness. So that technically instant number five!

Okay, at this point, I'm really starting to lose my patience. And oh yes! It's gets better. She sees a wheelchair and tells me to go get it for her. I look at the wheelchair and it's got an oxygen tank attached to it and it doesn't look like the wheelchairs that they offer. Granted the person was not sitting in the chair, but on a bench next to it, however it wasn't able to be borrowed. I tell her that it looks like it is someones personal chair and that we can't borrow it. Her reply, "NO! It's NOT hers! She can't hog the chair if it's not hers!" I explain that there is an oxygen tank on it and she shuts up! SIX!!!

At this point, I've had it. It sounds bad, but the lady was not making it easy on me. And I'm not saying that she needs to be overly grateful, gush praise over me, and offer me money for my kindness, but don't yell at me! And I understand she is probably in pain, however, I think there was a bit of messenger shooting at this point. So I tell her the elevator is not that far. If we get to the elevator we will get to the office quickly. She stands up, I grab her by the elbow and hand and start walking. We get to the elevator and we're waiting for it to open. There are a couple people also waiting for the elevator and she exclaims "Did anyone push the button?!?! What is taking SO long?!?!" And of course, I'm standing with her, and everyone looks at me. So the doors open and she is off and charging. So we cut a few people off getting in. Ehem! Seven and eight! There was one woman that got into the elevator before her and she walks in and pushes that woman. She didn't push her on purpose, she did need assistand standing, but who gets the talking too? Oh yeah! Me! I get an "Excuuuuuse ME!" I apologize and say that she didn't mean to be rude, and that she is having trouble standing, blah, blah, blah! And I get an eye rolling in return.

And you think it would be over by this point cause she's in the elevator. NO! That would just be TOO easy! I'm trying to get off the elevator and a man walks in and blocks the door and says "I need floor three! Are we going to floor three?!?!" I'm ready to start screaming at this point and I can't be stuck in this elevator for ONE more second. So the doors are closing and I throw my arm out to open the doors. People show out "Excuse me! We are trying to go up!" And I bolt! I couldn't take it anymore. And I'm not even sure if the woman said thank you. And I don't even care! And on second thought, she did drive herself to the appointment. And she walked from the parking lot. People with severe mobility problems as such as she was claiming, wouldn't they have some form of assistance already? Like a walker, a cane or there OWN wheelchair!?!? I'm just saying!

I can't believe helping others has upset me SO much! That and it was SO difficult! I never want to help another person, ever again. Wait, strike that, I never want to help another stranger. Hmmm, wait, I think I'm going to change that back to anyone! I'm not going to put that in stone, but I'm going to think about it. So, based on my experience and reaction I now deem myself a bad good Samaritan. It's offical.

Ta ta for now!!!