Old and frail...

On my way to the doctor's surgery today, I turned a corner and found an old lady lying on the ground - she had obviously fallen.  Her name was Adelaide, a beautiful name I think.  She was 86 years old and lived in my neighbourhood.  She was trying to get to the doctor's too.  I called an ambulance, but also found myself wondering what I should do for her.  It didn't look like she'd had a stroke or a heart attack, and I knew I shouldn't move her.  She seemed to be able to answer my questions, so I just covered her with my coat and put my fleece under her head. She seemed such a lovely lady and I was struck by her frailty.  She was taken to hospital, and I think she will be okay.  During the day I kept thinking about her, I knew she lived alone, and I wished I could do something to help.  I wondered if I might be able to visit her, do some shopping for her.  The doctor wouldn't assist with putting me in touch with her.  I know... I could be someone dangerous, but the fact is I'm a neighbour who would love to help, yet it appears I'm not allowed to.  Just doesn't seem right somehow.