Today as I got off the Sahara Express bus at SLS, I watched a man crash to the ground dropping his bag of groceries. There was a time when I would have simply walked by like the six people before me but this time was different.
At that moment I asked myself, “What would Elaine do?”
At first she would giggle or yell “Oh SHIT!”
Then she would rush over and help the guy up.
As I came over a lady approached from the other side and we both helped get him to his feet. The smell of alcohol and blind look in his eyes told us this guy was smashed! And alone.
I picked up his groceries but noticed the handle of his paper bag was now ripped. I also saw a hoagie in there and hoped he would eat it soon to help absorb some of that alcohol. Something tells me that this wasn’t his first time on his ass due to a drinking spell.
When I tried to hand him his groceries, he drunkenly grabbed it by the broken handle. I stopped him and like speaking to a child said, “Your bag is ripped. You need to carry it like this.” And placed it in his arms.
My point is this. I hope that in 20 years when I am that drunk, stumbling old man on the streets of Las Vegas, somebody stops to help me up, brushes me off, places my groceries in my hands and makes sure I’m OK.