dirtlooter
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Rode the VA van three hours one way again to the VA hospital. We had a passenger that rode in the back, he obviously had problems of many sorts. He needed a bath very badly, his clothes were sweat pants etc covered in animal hair etc. He also appeared to me to have had a stroke. He was very quiet and had shuffled very short steps with a make shift walker. I helped him when we stopped halfway for a bathroom break, held the door open to the bathroom so he could make it in and then again to get out. He was the last one done and back on the van as we headed home. We actually stopped and got him a hot meal, this was the driver's treat.
We stopped again and I helped him again. This time, on the way back to the van, He began talking to me. Turns out that he had suffered a very bad stroke and of all times, while riding the VA van to the hospital. He didn't understand what was happening until later after he got back home. He was 63 years old, alone and unable to take care of himself with no help. The driver and I found out where he lived etc and the process of getting some sort of help for him has begun. He began to talk some on the rest of the ride home and fortunately a cousin had shown up to take him home. He had never married and had no one except this cousin that he saw only occasionally. He was living in despair in more ways than one.
I now know where he lives and can get a few meals delivered to him and the other guys on the van were going to contact some other places for him as well. I guess you could say that he was living in his own private hell. The driver already knew who to begin the process with for someone to come in and help him get cleaned up etc. He was asked if this was okay for us to do, ever see a grown man struggle not to cry as he nodded yes. There are Vets out there that think that nobody cares and that there is no hope for them. Someone may be waiting for someone like you to change all of that. I'm not looking for anything, just wanted for people to think about it and to look around them. It was just the sadness of his whole situation. Jerry
We stopped again and I helped him again. This time, on the way back to the van, He began talking to me. Turns out that he had suffered a very bad stroke and of all times, while riding the VA van to the hospital. He didn't understand what was happening until later after he got back home. He was 63 years old, alone and unable to take care of himself with no help. The driver and I found out where he lived etc and the process of getting some sort of help for him has begun. He began to talk some on the rest of the ride home and fortunately a cousin had shown up to take him home. He had never married and had no one except this cousin that he saw only occasionally. He was living in despair in more ways than one.
I now know where he lives and can get a few meals delivered to him and the other guys on the van were going to contact some other places for him as well. I guess you could say that he was living in his own private hell. The driver already knew who to begin the process with for someone to come in and help him get cleaned up etc. He was asked if this was okay for us to do, ever see a grown man struggle not to cry as he nodded yes. There are Vets out there that think that nobody cares and that there is no hope for them. Someone may be waiting for someone like you to change all of that. I'm not looking for anything, just wanted for people to think about it and to look around them. It was just the sadness of his whole situation. Jerry
