Today in school, an old man passing by had a quick epileptic turn-over. The poor old man fell like a dead man and was jerking and shivering. A group of student quickly approached the scene and helped him, poured water on him and took him to a room to help him regain consciousness. After about 5 minutes, the man regained consciousness and started walking towards a kiosk beside the scene. I studied him and noticed that he was shaking all over. When he got to the kiosk, he sat down to bring out something from his bag, but to my surprise, he fell fom the chair and started rolling, twisting and foaming at the mouth. My friend and I, with some other students, gathered together not knowing what to do while the man rolled on the floor for about 5 minutes. What amazed me was when he eventually got up, he started looking at all of us, asking what happened to him, and begged us not to run away but to please help him look for his drugs. He then bent on the floor looking for the drugs, while my friend and I helped him. After searching diligently, we found them smashed on the floor. This made the man start to cry, complaining that he didn’t have any money to replace the drugs. I looked at his face, felt goose bumps run over my skin, and I began to weep. I then left to get some money to give him for his drugs. My friend and I decided to walk him to the pharmacy but then, one of my coursemates offered to go with him instead.
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