In late afternoon I was returning from a race in the district when I saw a few meters in front of me, a small crowd of people who seemed upset. Looking more closely, I saw two or three people leaning over a young man lying on the floor. In arriving at their height, I saw the young man's face covered with blood (actually, we only saw the blood). I did not stop. I am told that among the dozen people who were there, there was Surely someone who had called the emergency services. I continued my journey, upset, trying to understand what had happened. What seems most probable is that this young man who was returning home with his bag of groceries had probably made a wrong move, slipped on the curb and broke his face on the pavement or on the edge of the sidewalk ...
While walking, I could not help thinking that Alexander was doctor. If he had come there, he stopped to administer first aid to the young man who was perhaps expected to prepare the evening meal ... I could not forget the bloody face of this young man ... I thought back to long hours of work of Alexander who, at the emergency room saw happen every day so many people who suffered or whose life was threatened ...
I remember one night when we were talking on MSN, Harry and Alexander Siamese bulldog sleeping peacefully beside him. In the silence of the night, Alexander thought he heard a shot near his home. Even if he was tired, sick himself, his first instinct was to think he was a doctor and that there might be someone in the street seriously injured ... I managed to dissuade him to get dressed and go out into the cold night without knowing if he could be really useful.
I put my groceries home and I'm left to walk to Mount Royal. The images were still running through my head, emotions jostled ... I thought the most adorable young doctors worried that if I was not feeling well and whose love made me forget all my troubles. I felt rising in me the same anxiety that accompanied my walks when Alexander, a hospital bed, fighting himself a high fever for days that did not decrease and, on this side of the Atlantic, I expected new give me that "Dr. Jane" as soon as she could let her hand for a moment ...
While walking, I could not help thinking that Alexander was doctor. If he had come there, he stopped to administer first aid to the young man who was perhaps expected to prepare the evening meal ... I could not forget the bloody face of this young man ... I thought back to long hours of work of Alexander who, at the emergency room saw happen every day so many people who suffered or whose life was threatened ...
I remember one night when we were talking on MSN, Harry and Alexander Siamese bulldog sleeping peacefully beside him. In the silence of the night, Alexander thought he heard a shot near his home. Even if he was tired, sick himself, his first instinct was to think he was a doctor and that there might be someone in the street seriously injured ... I managed to dissuade him to get dressed and go out into the cold night without knowing if he could be really useful.
I put my groceries home and I'm left to walk to Mount Royal. The images were still running through my head, emotions jostled ... I thought the most adorable young doctors worried that if I was not feeling well and whose love made me forget all my troubles. I felt rising in me the same anxiety that accompanied my walks when Alexander, a hospital bed, fighting himself a high fever for days that did not decrease and, on this side of the Atlantic, I expected new give me that "Dr. Jane" as soon as she could let her hand for a moment ...
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