I was walking across a road in town Saturday with one of my regular elderly gents (72) who was taking me shopping, when a car ran him over at the lights!
I hadn’t realized but as I waited seeing the red man appear at the lights, he’d started walking across the road, and by the time he’d got to the 3rd car out of 4, the lights had turned to green. The young boy racer in his new mini had decided that although there was an old man in front of his car he was going to put his foot down and knock him over to teach him a lesson. So I watched from the side of the road, horrified as John, my date, was driven into, went across the bonnet of the car (the car was still going forwards), landed in front of the car, before the driver finally decided to stop, as ultimately if he’d gone on any further he’d have killed him!
I do not believe for one second that the guy didn’t see John. When you stop at lights all you do is watch people crossing and you don’t accelerate to move your car forwards without looking through your windscreen. Also the young guy never once said that he didn’t see him, which if you didn’t, you would. Instead he just kept apologising and saying the lights were on green.
In front of the forth row of cars was a taxi, and he stopped too to offer help. John did not want a fuss and would not let me call the police or ambulance – after all he wasn’t supposed to be in Nottingham. How would he explain that one to his wife when he got back to Scotland?
I thought after of a million and one things I should have said and done at that moment. I wished I’d taken the guys registration number, keyed his car, given him more grief, hit him in the face. My main concern was for John though so all I could think about was him, and I was in shock so not really thinking straight. He hobbled across the rest of the road with me guiding him, to my car in the car park. I was bawling my eyes out, and couldn’t stop crying. He kept saying he was fine, but I’m sure he would just say that anyway!
In the car he took off his jacket. There was no hole in his jacket but there was in his shirt and his elbow was bloody. When he rolled his sleeve up I could see his bone as the cut had gone so deep. He would not let me take him to hospital. I was so worried about him, and more so because he wouldn’t get it looked at and I didn't know if he was in shock. I certainly was and it didn't even happen to me!
I walked him back to his car to make sure he got back safely across the roads, and asked him to call me as soon as he got home to let me know he was ok.
As I was with my sister still shopping at 5.30 p.m. he called me to say he was back at home and felt the same as he had when he’d left me.
Thankfully he could actually walk. If the accident had been any more serious and he’d have had to be hospitalized how would he have explained that one to his wife who he was supposed to be picking up from the airport Monday?
I just find it so disturbing and distressing that someone could purposefully knock over an old man! What kind of sick person does that?