I was fired from my job because I gave first aid to a homeless and dirty man — but a few days later, I learned something completely unexpected 😱🫣That day, a man appeared in the hallway. His appearance was repulsive: torn, filthy clothes, tangled hair, a long beard, and a smell that made people turn away. Pain and despair filled his eyes.“A homeless man…” I thought, my heart tightening.
According to the rules, we weren’t allowed to admit people without identification. But he was clutching his chest, trembling, barely able to stand. His lips whispered,
“It hurts… it hurts so much…”
I couldn’t just walk away. Everything inside me screamed that I had no right to ignore him. Breaking hospital policy, I helped him sit down, took his blood pressure, gave him an injection, and administered oxygen. His breathing steadied, and the color returned to his face. He thanked me quietly and left without saying much.I went back to my duties, but soon after, I was called to the chief doctor’s office.“You violated the rules,” he said coldly. “You’re fired.”
I tried to explain myself, but it was useless. I signed the papers and walked out of the office feeling completely empty inside.
