Twice this week, I have watched an elderly individual, fade into the busy life in which we all live. One man just needed Panadol for his wife but the shop assistant simply said it’s in ‘6’. But he struggled to navigate the supermarket and as I watched him go in the wrong direction, I left all my groceries and took him where he needed to go. Today, I watched an elderly man struggle in the heat, who had obviously had a fall with a huge scrape and blood on his leg. He walked past people in the cafe, while he slowly made his way to his car. Not one person stopped. Or looked. Or acknowledged him. I took him to his car and checked he was ok. He told me he had a fall and wasn’t sure how the air con worked in his car so he just didn’t use it. I sat with him, until his air con kicked in and heard him talk about the old frail body that he is in, that fails him now, every single day. When you see an elderly person walking down the street, searching in the supermarket or struggling to their car, ...
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I watched in amusement as city folk walked the streets of Sydney with their fragile little respiratory systems sheilded with face masks.
Surely a little Dubbo NSW dust is a lot less harmful than the polluted air you fella's suck in every day.
Wednesdays dust storm is a regular occurrence in the country.
It was torment to watch Sydney's CBD being hosed down, windows of high rise buildings receiving a tender sponge bath and dust covered vehiles lining up to be pampered with the one thing we don't have here - Water.
Imagine how our farmers would kill for the water Sydney wasted washing streets and cars.
Hopefully Wednesdays dusting will remind out city cousins that we are doing it tough out here.
Remember who put your Wheat in Weet-Bix and the beautiful racks of lamb that are served up in metropolitan eateries.
How about you using this as a reality check.
There's life over them there hills - and it's tough.
Jane Keenan. Central West.