[Yesterday night I watched the movie Taken, which is a movie where this man's daughter goes abroad and gets kidnapped and forced into the sex trade. I thought it was a pretty good movie.
These past two weeks I have been taking the bus to the hospital by myself because the dental clinic is open at 1pm, and all the other students go either in a morning or night shift and I don't feel like waiting around. I don't mind it, and it's during the day so I never worry about things happening.]
Anyways, today, as I was about to leave for the bus, it started storming heavily. I do the usual, standing on the street and flagging down a bus. The bus had about 5 people on it, which is super rare because usually it is PACKED. Anyways, five minutes into the bus ride (takes about 10-15 min to get to the hospital), the bus turns into a corner and driver says its raining too hard and stops. So I get off, on my way to walk the rest of the way to the hospital.
One of the passengers on the bus calls out and asks me if I can help him. He says he needs to get to the hospital and wants to get under my umbrella for the walk. I say sure, and we start walking down the road together.
I told him the place I was heading, and he said that’s perfect for him, so I thought he was going there too. We were literately walking on the road with all the traffic, so he grabs onto my shoulder and umbrella and is pushing me along. Then he turns into a corner alley. Turns out he is going to a different hospital, but he says it’s right around corner. I hesitated at first, but then said okay. The whole time walking with him down the alley I thought of Taken.. haha.. I ended up walking him all the way to the hospital, and walking back to the main road to my hospital.
Am I just naive? I wouldn’t say that I’m particularly gullible, or trusting of strangers, but I have never been scared of being kidnapped/mugged/etc. At school, I never thought twice about walking home by myself at night. I always figured that if it happened, it would be God’s call. I can’t say that this experience has changed me, but I guess it’s interesting…
By the time I got to the hospital, I was drenched and an hour late. I go to the dental clinic….and it turns out Dr. Bimala (dentist) took the day off. I washed my feet, covered in mud, then walked back and took a microbus home..
C’est la vie.