Precious Life

I was walking with a new Nepalese acquaintance along the rocky dirt-road to his house for a traditional Nepali lunch. We were two houses away when we saw a man lying haphazardly on the side of the road, under the searing hot sun, with a twitching leg and a quivering mouth. From the distance it appeared as though he was passed-out drunk, but as I approached I realised it looked suspiciously like a seizure. I checked his clenched fist and found an empty box of insulin. Hmm... diabetes.

I thought back to university - and then to catoons, for verification - and quickly ordered the circling locals to fetch some orange juice. After about 30 to 45 minutes of slowly feeding the juice into his mouth, playing with the loose skin on his face and going through his pockets (for medical information, of course), he finally came out of it. He still had double vision, but that was probably due to the massive attack he just suffered - or perhaps the result of poking his eyelids with a stick while we waiting for him to come to. Just kidding ;)

We ordered him a cab, gave him some money for more insulin and patted ourselves on the back for saving a man's life.

I hope he didn't use the money to buy alcohol.