LETTER

No one stopped

I drove by a walker on the lower road, wondering where he was headed as the next crossroad was far distant, and noting that no one was stopping to pick him up.

When I finally reached Rivermead, I realized that it was further than I thought. I turned around to see if he was still walking. There he was trudging along because no one had stopped.

I made a u-turn and it didn’t take much to convince him to get in.  He told me he was from Montreal and going to the DoubleTree Hotel, not realizing that he was already far in the opposite direction. He kept apologizing because he was putting me to such an inconvenience. This young man was overweight, carrying an obviously heavy backpack and perspiring profusely.  What made it so sad was that no one had noticed, no one had stopped.

I have a grandson with developmental problems and would have liked to know that should he be in such a situation, someone would have seen that he needed help and would have stopped.

Patricia Graham

Aylmer