Or: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
I work in one of the larger cities in NC; a very blue city. I work in a center where several businesses and organizations are housed.
I was on my way to work yesterday and as I approached the intersection near the parking area, I noticed a man in a wheelchair, sitting in the street beside a van. Since he was just sitting there in the street I assumed his caregiver was in the van getting something and the guy in the wheelchair was waiting for them.
I turned the corner, parked my car about half a block away in the lot and unloaded a butt-load of stuff from my car, arranged it in my pack and set off toward the entry of the building.
The wheelchair guy is still sitting there in the street. I realized something was amiss. I walked toward him and as I reached the corner across from him I called out: “Are you okay? Do you need help?”
He said: “Yes, my battery died on my chair and now I can’t move. Could you help me?”
Knowing I couldn’t move that chair with him in it myself, I told him I’d be right back.
I hustled up to the building and went inside. The first room in that entry way is the common conference room, which is usually empty. Now there was a big meeting of one of the other organizations in the center. I put my pack and other items down and popped my head into the room. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” I said, “But there’s sort of an emergency outside.” I described the situation and said I needed two guys to come and help (in case we needed to get him out of the chair)
Several men stood, including the Head Guy. His second, we’ll call him Mr. A, said, “ I can call X (the maintenance guy who was somewhere in the building). The head guy said, “No, I’ll get it.” And Head Guy and another Fellow followed me to the corner.
Well, as it turned out, the chair was very heavy, but push-able by just one man. Watching the amount of effort the Fellow was putting into it, I realized I couldn’t have pushed it by myself.
The wheelchair guy told the Fellow where he needed to go to recharge his battery (a block away) and as we were all going in the same general direction, Mr. A came up to the Head Guy and said, “You need to get back to the meeting, it’s more important than this.”
I was taken aback and spoke plainly: “No meeting is more important than a human being.” And turned off to go back inside while they did, what ever it was they did. I was just flabbergasted at the mindset of that way of thinking.
When I got back inside, I popped my head back into the meeting, apologized for the disruption and said the Head Guy, the Fellow and Mr. A would be right back.
I went to work.
About an hour later, my boss called me into her office.
She said Mr. A had come to her and complained about my disruption of the meeting and said I had been disrespectful with my comment to him. He wanted an apology. And although she agreed with me, we have to work with this other organization occasionally, so I should make nice when I saw Mr. A next.
I saw him about an hour later in the lobby. I walked up to him and said, “If I was snippy back there, I’m sorry. It was an urgent situation.”
He said, “I know you thought you were doing the right thing. But next time, let me know when there is a situation and I will call the maintenance crew and they will take care of it.”
I agreed to try.
So as they say, No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.
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