A few mornings a week I see a young man with Down syndrome waiting for the bus out in front of the bookstore on my long-ish walk from the parking garage to my office. This morning on my drive I saw him walking with another young-ish guy who I'm guessing assists him. This morning's temp is -2, instantly I notice he wasn't wearing a hat, a lightweight coat and no gloves, but carrying a travel mug so I assume it had warm coffee or something in it (how I noticed no gloves).... The guy with him was only wearing a hoodie so I imagine he was a lot colder... I felt horrible, he really should of been dressed for the weather, both of them...
I park my car, bundle up with my heavy duty ski gloves, scarf wrapped around my face, fleece lined hat and start my trek up-street. As I make my way closer to the bookstore I see the two guys standing waiting for the bus. My heart breaks, by this point the caretaker has his hands in the pouch pocket of his hoodie and the young man has his hands pulled up into his jacket still clinging to his travel mug. I get closer and I want to take my scarf off and wrap it around him, take my gloves off and put them on his hands. I debate this to my core... I'm sick with anguish, do I? What should I do? I think, will the caretaker get pissed if I do this, like he's not taking care of him (well duh) I get to the young man and he is shivering, cheeks bright red and he looks me straight in the eye. Deep brown eyes, almond shaped eyes, they talk to me but I can't answer, what do I do!? I'm a coward, I kept walking. I keep wanting to turn around, do I? I don't and tears well up in my eyes and I think I'm going to start sobbing... I catch it in my throat and try to save face. I feel horrible, ashamed, I should of protected him. I feel so horrible I want to go find him, but I know he's already on his bus going where he needs go and finally warm. His hands must hurt by now from being so cold, and his cheeks are on fire from exposure. Now, I am haunted by his eyes and I should of stopped and just asked if maybe he wanted my gloves? Was he okay? Did he want to wait in the bookstore until his bus came? I wish I could apologize, say I'm sorry that I didn't do what my heart wanted and my body couldn't execute. I'm sorry beautiful brown eyed stranger, I should of done better....
What would of you done??