Not sure why this entered my mind but awhile back my family and I were at a local mall and I had a run in with a security guard. My diabetic son was playing in the play area and came over, sat down and said he felt like his sugar was low. We checked his sugar and it was 53 – which is very low. I ran over to a soda machine to get a sugar-laden drink, put my money in and pressed the selection. Guess what….. I needed another quarter. I ran back over and my wife gave me a quarter and I quickly retrieved the soda. I ran back to my son, opened the bottle and handed it to him to drink. A security guard walked up and said sternly, “No food or drink is allowed in the play area!” I responded, “I am trying to get his blood sugar up.” The guard replied louder, “Look, no food or drink allowed now move it!!”
To say I was irritated would be like saying the sun is just a little hot.
I yelled at the guard that my son was having a medical emergency and he was not moving until his blood sugar was up. He got irritated with me and told me I had better calm down. I told him he had better back off as he started approaching me. My wife stepped in between us and told him that he was sick and needed the soda. The “mall cop” mentioned something about I should have explained myself better.
I was stressed out. When my son was 4 actually went blind for almost an hour due to his blood sugar getting too low and had to be rushed to the hospital. I saw the guard as an obstacle to caring for my son. The confrontation came close to turning physical. I probably should have handled things a bit calmer and turned to him and said “Can you please help me?”. I really would have thought when I told him about my son’s blood sugar and said there was a medical emergency he would have asked if we needed help.
I think what got me thinking about this was the subject of “power” – or rather the abuse of it. I am sure I am not alone seeing abuse of power and authority. I see it at my work when pencil pushing big-wigs demand changes they neither understand nor comprehend the end results. They do it to feel powerful and important. A cashier at Wal-Mart telling a little kid not to play with a knob next to the cash register. The kids not hurting anything. A grocery store manager coming up and saying – “Sir – your only allowed to use 20 coupons per day. I have seen you go through the line already.” Come on man! You need to be worried about the goth kid in produce eating all the strawberries.
Don’t even get me started with the government.
Alright, I guess that is it. I need to go check my son’s sugar.