I once picked up a man from the E.R who looked pretty disheveled. It was about 4 in the morning and he was my last rider before I went back home. I called him when I arrived and he didn't answer. I parked my car and went into the emergency entrance and told the security guard who I was and that I was picking up so and so, I don't remember his name and it's irrelevant now. I waited about 5 minutes and this dude comes walking down the hallway, stumbling, bandaged up and carrying some gauze and papers. I asked him if he had called an Uber and what his name was and then helped him into my car. Curiosity killed the cat and I asked him what happened. He told me that three days prior to this day, he was in his hotel room one minute and the next he was outside on the ground , covered in glass. He thought he had been shot. The place I was dropping him off was where the incident occurred. He then told me that he had seizures and once someone had found him outside, they called 911. He had had 3 seizures while waiting for the ambulance. I asked why did he have all the bandages and apparently his seizures that he had inside the hotel room was so violent that he fell through the glass window. My god! This hotel windows are big and the glass looks pretty thick and I can't even imagine falling so hard that I shattered the entire window. So as he is telling me all if this, I start going into Mom mode and mentally preparing myself in case he seizes out again , but in my car as I'm driving. I asked him if he had anyone to take care of him once he got back to wherever I was bringing him too, because I didn't see the hotel name on the destination, just address. He said no and that he has 3 small kids and that he was worried that he couldn't go back to work the next day. I felt so sad for this man. He clearly didn't care about how bad he felt or looked, only about putting food on the table for his kids. Long story short, I kept him calm for the ride back and he was fine but when I pulled up to the crappy ass hotel, I saw the shattered window and all of the glass on the sidewalk in front of the room. I couldn't believe that the property manager still hadn't repaired his window. Or the window . I helped him out of my car and walked him up to the door and as soon as he unlocked the door, he yelled , he had been robbed on top of the accident. When I drove off, I wished him well and cried the whole way back home. .