I want to say ‘thank you’……Written by John Macpherson
…..to all of you who have tweeted, emailed and contacted me in various ways with your messages of support after reading yesterdays post. Please know they are very gratefully received.
I’m not going to revel in any self-indulgent twaddle gilded with emotion, that’s not me. I have a sense of humour and if I have anything to say I’ll try and make it worth my while writing and your time reading.
I read a cynic say some time ago on a forum “Mehh all this online sympathy sucks, you don’t know these people, they’re all strangers, what’s that all about. I just don’t get it.”
I was/am part of a forum that some years ago hatched a daft plan. We are all Buell motorcycle owners and considered these radical bikes to be vastly underrated. So as you do, we decided to pool our resources, expertise, and to use the internet to collaborate, liaise and take an old Buell bike to Bonneville Salt Flats for Speed Week. And there, to race it against the works teams from Harley-Davidson, Moto-Guzzi, BMW etc – in the air-cooled twins, and v-twins categories. So Team Elves was born. Few of the participants and sponsors had ever met each other, we were all strangers to each other. My contribution was rewarded by having my name on the helmet of the bike’s pilot.
“I’ve got a portable catering truck, I’ll bring it and make great food!” said one guy.
“I’m a freelance photographer I’ll do all the stills work we need doing” said another.
“I’ve got video kit and a satellite uplink system and we can do daily reports live as we go!” said someone else.
“I’m a masseuse with all the portable kit – I’ll make sure the rider is relaxed and tuned up too!”
And more and more and more. To cut a long story short Bonneville had seen nothing like it. The hugely funded works teams looked on in amusement. Which turned to envy. Then disbelief. And finally to dismay.
We broke four world land speed records in various categories, some by a significant margin. And we got onto the front cover of several major US papers and magazines.
That’s what strangers can do.
But closer to home when I was in Social Work Disability Services, a letter was delivered to me as the senior staff member in the facility I was managing. It was from a man who had been sitting in the town park and had a seizure, slumping forwards and blocking his airway. Nobody stopped. Well nobody except my ‘client’ John……………..
Who is John? John has an ‘intellectual impairment’ and was at that time regarded as being a complete and utter pest by all the shopkeepers in town. He was banned from several of the stores because of his unpredictable behaviour. I ‘rescued’ him one day, in a large supermarket that had just installed an automatic-gate barrier system. John had bowled in and with his severe short-sightedness and tunnel-vision he could not figure out why his regular routine of ‘enter store, take five paces, turn right, walk in a straight line, get to chiller cabinet for milk’ was being thwarted (the bruises on his thighs betrayed the vigour of his efforts!).
So instead he decided to go down onto his stomach and crawl under the obstacle. It was a good plan, but it relied also on a degree of vision which he did not possess, and unfortunately he instead negotiated his way under a long long long nest of trolleys which of course are left handily beside the barrier. He had got part way down this tunnel, on his stomach, and may have succeeded in emerging at the far end, had an unfortunate snag not impeded his progress. The ‘snag’ was literally a loop of wool on his pullover which caught in a badly-placed hook of steel that had escaped quality control at the trolley factory. It had escaped, but John wasn’t going to. You can imagine the performance involved in releasing him………………
….but anyway……..John happened to be walking through the park on the day the man took the seizure, and speaking to everyone he met whether he knew them or not. And came to the man who was slumped forwards and had been ignored by all the other passers by in the park on this sunny day. The man did not answer John’s loud salutation. So John came closer to get it all in focus and realized there was a problem. He immediately dragged the man onto the ground, put him in the recovery position, cleared his airway, head back, picked up the man’s mobile phone and dialled 999 for an ambulance. When he saw the ambulance appear and other onlookers had got involved, he wandered off and promptly got thrown out of another shop for pestering the shop assistants. The man’s family was able to track down John fairly easily.
The letter he’d sent asked me to pass on the man’s thanks to John, and wondered could he come and meet this chap who’d saved his life. He thanked my staff for ‘training him to do what he did so well’. I spoke with a rather nonchalant John about the incident, and asked what had happened and he explained, and I asked how he knew what to do……
He laughed and said “Been in institutions all my life, seen lots of people have fits and seizures and they all fall down and the staff just put them on their side and pull their heads back and that does the trick. Anyway got to go, things to see, stuff to do. Bye” and he waltzed off, a contented man whose life was simply an ongoing adventure to be sucked in and enjoyed. The meeting between John and the man whose life he’d saved was one I’ll remember.
When my partner Melanie hit the deck earlier this week, several of the people surrounding her administering first aid were strangers. Their efforts made a difference. How much of a difference will be revealed in the days ahead. But without their efforts Melanie would have had no chance.
All of you who have sent your messages of support over the last 24 hours, many of you are strangers, in so far as we’ve never met. But your support does matter. It does make a difference.
And to all the cynics who “just don’t get it” maybe one day you’ll need assistance, and whatever that passing stranger may be able to give – at that moment – may be just what you need. Even if all they may be able to offer are a few simple words.
So, thank you.