This was the kind of moment her mother had talked about. The moment when kindness costs everything.
She had only seconds to choose.
Save her job, or save this dying man.
She jumped off the bike.
“Help me!” she shouted. “Let’s take him to the hospital, please!”
No one moved. Not one person.
Adana rushed to the old man.
“Sir, please stay with me,” she whispered as she knelt gently beside him.
She tried stopping a few taxis, but none stopped. She looked at her delivery box again.
Then she made her decision.
She removed her helmet, placed it beside the box, and bent down to lift the old man. He was heavy. Her arms trembled, but somehow she managed to hoist him onto her back and then onto her delivery bike.
