Roadside Signs Of True Aloha
Accolades and kudos to Cecile Sebastian, DDS. While sign-waving for a candidate, Dr. Sebastian was summoned by a young Japanese national with a baby, whose SUV stopped running. The car stalled, holding up traffic. Dr. Sebastian consoled the woman, loaned her a cell phone to call police and a tow truck, and cared for the woman’s young baby. She is deserving of APPLAUSE.
Dr. Cecile Sebastian gives all the credit to fellow sign-waver JoAnn Adams. “We were at Kalanianaole near Waialae Iki when we noticed traffic was building up,” she says. “A car just stopped in one lane. I think the car behind her bumped her. She got out and started talking to the other driver, who was getting quite angry. Then she reached out to hold her baby, who was crying the whole time. It must have been very traumatic for her. Then she walked over to us, completely confused at what to do. She was a Japanese national and her English was not good. Apparently, she ran out of gas. We helped her call for help while JoAnn, who had a gas container in her car, went to get enough gas to get her out of traffic and on her way. JoAnn was a godsend. All I did was hold her adorable baby.”
I want to express my heartfelt thank you to the bus driver of the No. 5 to and from Manoa, which stops at Ala Moana Terminal 47 daily at 10 a.m. I was heading to Kapiolani women/children’s hospital for treatment. Seeing my appearance, the driver realized something was amiss. When the bus stopped in front of the hospital, he got out of his seat, stepped out of the bus and helped me down, making sure I was steady. Such chivalry and thoughtfulness for my safety is indeed greatly appreciated.
Also, when I exited the hospital, a senior couple waiting at the stoplight noticed I was handicapped and offered to walk with me back to Arcadia. Thank you all.
Your thoughtful and caring bus operator that day was Terry Caberto, who will be commended for his assistance to you that day.
Thank you for having your column. Otherwise, I would never have the second chance to thank the very kind women who saved my purse yesterday at Walmart Kapolei.
After shopping there, I put the cart in the cart corral and headed to Longs. It was at Longs when I realized I did not have my purse. Now, my purse is not dainty or delicate. It is a big, black, borderline biker-babe leather entity. And it holds my life. Everything that defines me is in that purse. With the heavy stress of final projects due, I lost it. I started to hyperventilate, cry, virtually every demonic sound ever came out of my body. I raced around, tears streaming, arms flailing — a total nut job. No one had it inside. It was gone. A group of young women saw me and my hysterics, and told me that a woman had just taken my purse inside. Everyone heard the drama queen coming.
A Walmart employee came out with my purse and pointed in the general direction of the service desk and said that was the woman who brought it in.
So, I wish a huge round of APPLAUSE for the woman
who saved my purse. It is worth its weight in gold, and I thank you.
It is very probable that the person who found your purse has been in the same position. Haven’t we all feared the loss of the important contents of our purses and wallets? HPD recommends we make copies of our essential documents and keep them in a safe place (not in our purses!) That includes credit cards and identification papers.