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September 9, 2008
One day I was walking by a bus shelter close to the hospital where I work, and saw a frail-looking man lying slumped on the bench, bleeding from various cuts on his face. Many people had already walked by, and I have to admit, being almost late for work, I was wishing that I hadn’t looked at him either. I gave him a few shakes just to see that he wasn’t dead, and he stirred slightly. I decided to go over and speak to the two paramedics who were having a smoke and chatting in the Emergency entrance…(to be cont’d)