Not a 'car help' story, but I managed a good samaritan
act this afternoon.
Mrs Grumpy and I were on one of our constitutional
strolls when we heard crying and shouting from behind
a front garden hedge. We cautiously peered round
and saw a chap in his 70's lying on his back like a
stranded turtle. It transpires that he was paralysed
from the waist down and had fell out of his wheelchair
which was lying close by. He was quite hefty.
Two frail, old dears in their 70's, with walking sticks,
were flapping around, wailing, and trying, ineffectually,
to lift him up.
My wife, now in her 60's, has had glands removed post
cancer and can't take any weight on her right arm. I get
my bus pass next year and am on medication for
arterial vasculitus...so we're not exactly Batman and
Robin.

We couldn't leave them like that, so Mrs Grumpy got
behind the wheelchair and stuck her feet behind the
wheels to fix it in firmly in position. I took a few deep
breaths, gripped him firmly under both armpits, and
hauled him upright as Mrs Grumpy then forcefully
pushed the wheelchair forwards against the back of
his knees and collapsed him backwards into the
wheelchair.
Result! Don't fancy doing that again in a hurry, though,
my own ticker was thumping away like a 'good'un'.
Thank god for the bloke who invented steroids!