The day before yesterday, when I was on the verge of getting off the train, a man fell down flat in front of me. I had been realising that he kept on whirling in the running train, and thought that he must be drunk. But I was probably wrong. After his falling down, I let him away from the leaving train, and took him to more secure place. He said he's ok so I left behind him, because that's what I would hope if I was in his situation. Now I doubt he possibly suffered a hemorrhagic stroke. I could do practically nothing though, I can't help being pensive thinking about my father who passed away from a hemorrhagic stroke.