Bad Times Bring Out Good People

Last Tuesday afternoon, I ventured out to the Winn Dixie supermarket at Joor and Hooper Road to pick up a few items I just had to have. The store was almost empty because of the virus. 

As I shopped, I began to feel a little nauseated and had started to perspire. I decided to end my shopping trip and headed to a checkout line. 

I noticed the young man behind the counter was new. I shop Winn-Dixie a lot. He asked me if he could help me with my card because I was having trouble. 

I knew something was wrong with me, because every time I tried to put my card in the machine I will reach forward with my hand but my body with back up. 

He helped me check out and asked me if I needed help getting to my vehicle. 

Of course I said No! 

The next thing I remember was trying to open the passenger door to put my few groceries in my truck, and the same thing happened, reach forward with my hand toward the truck and my body would back up. 

I felt someone touch my shoulder, and they asked me if they could help me. Then another boy said we need to get your truck started and get you under the air conditioner because you are sweating. 

Truck opened, truck started, air conditioner on and one of the ladies yes they were both ladies, asked me if I was diabetic. I told her yes and said she was going to get me some peppermints because she had a child that was diabetic and she kept them in her car. 

As she got back to my truck with the peppermints I looked up to see the EMS truck pull into the parking lot with two young men who took over and started with the questions to assess the situation. Juan asked me if I was diabetic and could he take a blood sugar sample. I agreed. 

He looked at the meter and then at me and said 39 that’s low! He gave me a solution — I drank it in and my sugar began to go up. The two ladies both came by after they finished shopping to check on me. After checking my blood sugar again to make sure it was at a safe level, I waived my right to be taken to a hospital and carefully started for home. 

The wife had already called to check on me, and I told her I would explain when I got home. 

This is a personal thank you from me to the young man behind the counter of Winn-Dixie, to the ladies who stopped and helped! 

Thank you Miss Amber, thank you Miss Brittany, and thank you to the two young men on the EMS truck who knew how to and did their job in the most professional manner. It’s good to live in a community where people care.

                F.M. Oglesby