He fell and we helped him up

While I was walking to the WSC on Connecticut Ave at 8 last night, I watched a man in his fifties trying to hail a cab. He had his head phones on, a flannel jacket, long hair and he walked like he was drunk. He waved on a cab that had another person in it already, and then he stumbled and fell hard. It was like watching an infant try to walk. I almost walked on by, but I couldn't. I walked up to him. Man in flannel on all fours, I asked him if he was hurt, if he needed help. He said he was okay, but he shook. An SUV stopped and a man asked me if he was okay. I said I think so but I'll help him get a cab. Thanks. Then I took the mans elbow and grasp his calloused hand in mine and help him up. A girl with wavy brown hair walked over and helped lift his right side. I helped him hail a cab, and yet I couldn't tell if he was drunk or not right. He still shook and moved in spasms. So I helped him over to the cab. The wavy brown hair girl helpd me and I said, I hope he gets home okay. She said, me too. And as I walked into the gym, I thought how nice it was to know that if I fell, even strangers would help me get up again.