Usual disclaimer: English is not my first language, writing on mobile. If you want to roast me, use spices (allspice and cardamom are recommended).
In a previous post, I said that since I became an adult, I get almost one IDWHL incident a month. This was my second ever incident and one of my most cherished memories (you’ll see why).
This happened in the early ’00s (02 or 03). A small background is needed. At that point in my life, I’m a third year nurse student in the capital. I’m sharing my appartment with a good friend and he is sharing his car. The alleged car was the major factor of the story. It was of brand cherished by taxi drivers and also yellow, the color of taxis in the capital. The major differences from a taxi were the lack of the “TAXI” sign and that it was a hatchback (taxis are sedans). It was common for someone to flag us down, thinking it was a taxi, until we came closer.
Anyway, it was summer and my friend was island hopping with his fiance and had left the car behind. I had woken up to an almost empty fridge and since I was paid the day before, I decided to forgo the small convenience store in my neighborhood and drive to the big supermarket. I jumped in the car and took a major road artery to the store.
I’m stopped in front of a bus stop, waiting for the light to turn green, when the back door opens and closes and hear a woman’s voice saying the name of a hospital. I turn around to say it’s not a taxi, but I stopped in my tracks. A sweet old lady had entered the car. She was around 65 to 70. She is clutching her purse so hard, her knuckles turning white. She is clearly panicked. She keeps mumbling “Please hurry! She went into labor! Please hurry!”.
I put the car into gear and starts driving towards the hospital. Nurse training kicks in and I start to talk to her, to calm her down. She starts to calm and I get the whole story. Her granddaughter (19 at the time) was pregnant and had a rough pregnancy. An hour ago went into premature labor and the grandma was panicking.
We reach the hospital 20 minutes later. The guard at the entrance knows me, because of hospital rotation. I drive up to the entrance and drop her. As she is trying to pay me, I tell her it’s on the house. At that point she realized it wasn’t a taxi and got a bit embarrassed and tried to give me money again. I advised that if everything went well, send me a cake. Little did I knew…
Two weeks later, my roommate is back and receives a call from the police. They wanted to find out if he was the owner of the car and if he could go to the station. My roommate asked me if anything had happened with the car while he was gone. I said no, having almost forgotten the incident. I decided to tag along and go to the station. We are met by an officer, who guides us to an office. Inside is the sweet old lady with a box. She jumps up, shouting “That’s him!” and hugs me. The officer is smiling. He is the father of the granddaughter and now proud grandfather. Apparently, the lady told him about the incident and how helpful I was. He used his status as a police officer to get the plate from the CCTV and find the owner and thank me. The baby girl would have to spend some time in the hospital, due to being almost two months early, but otherwise alright. So I got the cake.
On a final note, I met the girl by coincidence a couple of years ago. She has turned out fine and studying to be a nurse.