Right Place, Right Time … Wrong Everything Else

It was late Friday afternoon and I was slowly but surely making my way home after a very long day at work. In fact, it had been a long week. It had been a frustrating week where everything that could go wrong seemed to do just that. In the grand scheme of things, it really wasn’t all that bad, I just needed a break from it all. I’d picked up a few supplies for the night … some take away dinner and a couple of beers. I was just going to unwind on the couch in front of the TV and hope the weekend went as slowly as possible.

Then, of course, things started to turn. As if from nowhere, a huge collection of large, dark grey clouds loomed above me. The wind started to pick up, and instantly, there was that sense of an impending storm that would spare no one.

I started to pick up the pace, knowing I was only about twenty minutes from home, I was pretty sure I could beat the weather. A couple of drops of rain began to fall, but it seemed to be holding off. But that was then the weather quickly became the least of my concerns. Crossing the street, I spotted out of the corner of my eye a car turning right trying to beat the lights. I dashed but it was to little avail. The car clipped my leg and I was sent tumbling to the ground. I hit my head with great force on the road and then everything went black.

I awoke a short time later, although it felt like hours, to a crowd of people around me, all trying to help. I could faintly hear the sound of a siren in the background, presumably on its way to assist me. Then, just as I was beginning to regain my composure, a man pushed through the crowd of people shouting “Never fear, never fear. Hearing Aid is here.”

The crowd looked at each other, confused. Then I also thought to myself: Did he just say ‘hearing aid is here?’ As, he fumbled in his bag for who knows what, I had to ask him a question.

“Excuse me, do you mean ‘First Aid’ is here?”

“No, no. You heard me correctly. Everyone called around for a doctor, and I was the closest thing. But I am not going to pretend I can give you first aid. I am a hearing doctor.”

“Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but I think I’d rather be attended to by a paramedic. They’re nearly here. Can’t you hear the siren?”

“Excellent,” the man announced. “Your hearing is still functioning. I guess me work here is done.” And before I could say anything else, he had vanished.

As the paramedics arrived, all I could do was to ask them to please examine me for a concussion.