Few days back as Edda and i were running home from East Coast Park we noticed a fallen runner and went over to assist him. Somehow he must have suffered a minor stroke as he can no longer more the left side of his body and to make matters worst we could not feel a thing when we touched him on the left side, strangely there were many passerby and only a malay uncle stopped to help. We called an ambulance and while waiting for it to arrive we stayed by his side making sure he was doing ok in terms of breathing, alertness and even check on his pulse rate. Soon a small crowd gathered and the ambulance arrived shortly after. He was sent to Changi Hospital. Even tho we were strangers among each other it was nice to see that some Singaporeans do have a heart when i comes to helping others in need.
We walked home glad knowing we probably had helped save a mans life and knowing that we had missed dinner with the family. Off we went for our "sinful dinner"! - beehoongorengmerah. We stayed up pretty late that night enjoying each others company even tho Edda had a Melbourne flight which was in a few hours time.
As the break of dawn arrives we were off on a cab to the airport. Its was then misfortune struck, after checking in her baggage, Edda found out that her Coach wristlet was missing... after searching through our bags it was confirmed we must have dropped it on the cab. We called the cab company for help and till now 2 days later theres still no news on the wristle. There quite an amount of cash, club memberships and a few credit cards inside but what hurts most are the lost of the little notes, a picture and the sentiment of the gift. I pray that some kind soul out there would return it to us :( That day Edda went for flight... and i could tell, with a broken heart. As i waved her goodbye before we lost sight of each other my heart sank too.
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