Yesterday, I was standing outside, in the blazing sun, sweating to death, waiting for my ride to dialysis. I had on 2 shirts, a sweat shirt, sweat pants, two pairs of socks, sneakers, holding my bag of a blanket, book, head phones, purse, and my hard candy. It was 88 degrees out. My centre is always ridiculously cold, so I bundle up for my treatment. I looked mental, dressed the way I was. Sooo, I'm in the sun baking. I'm waiting, and waiting, and waiting. There was a man walking to and from his car working on it and going in and out of his house to get needed tools. He was watching me cook like an egg on the pavement . I'm calling my transportation (on hold for over 25min.) still cooking. This gentleman finally goes inside. A few minutes later returns to me with a tall FROSTED glass, piled with ice, bottled water and a folding chair. He said to me "I can't just stand by and let you simmer in the sun like this. I'll pick up after your ride comes. No worries." With that, he turned and left. I was so grateful for the thought and the gesture. I felt a little like Blanche DuBios. That random act was so nice, it made my day that he showed he cared. Sometimes it's not all bad.