He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Dormie
Walking home from work one night, had just gotten off of a shift at like 2 AM. Was walking back through my college campus, and I hear a slight moan from the bushes in front of the library. Dude that lived on my dorm floor was passed out, vomit on him, completely wasted.
Wasn’t really responsive, couldn’t get any words out of him. I knew he needed help, like bad. I’m not a huge guy (6′, 170 ish) but he was small (5’5, 130 ish).
I then made the executive decision to text his girlfriend that I found him, and fireman carried him 3 blocks to the emergency room on campus. He never even thanked me for it. Story credit: Reddit / PotentiallyViable