Neighbors Refuse to Save Poor Little Girl Crying for Help in Broken Elevator until One Man Interferes — Story of the Day

A girl was stuck in the elevator and kept calling for help. Several apartment residents heard her, but no one offered help to the poor soul.

“Hello, can anyone hear me? I’m stuck here,” little Evelyn cried. She was on her way back from the pharmacy after buying medicines for her mother when she got stuck in the elevator.

“Please help me. I’m stuck in the elevator. Can you hear me?” Evelyn screamed again as she heard the sound of someone's footsteps.

It was a middle-aged woman who had heard her cries. She came to a halt in front of the elevator, but it was pointless. “I’m running late for a date. If I try to open the door, my nails will get ruined,” she said and hurried away.

“But please… I beg you… Hello, are you there?” But the woman had already left.

Several hours passed, but nobody came to Evelyn’s call for help. She sat in the corner of the elevator, crying inconsolably until she heard someone’s footsteps again. She wiped her tears and called out for help once more, hoping she would be saved. “Please help me! I can’t get out of the elevator!”

“Who’s in there? Is that a delivery guy?” Adam asked. He lived one floor above Evelyn’s. He wasn’t obese but a bit on the chubby side and obsessed with food.

“No, my name is Evelyn, and I’ve been here for hours!” Evelyn explained.

“Damn, now the delivery guy will have to climb the stairs, and I will have to eat cold pizza. He’s already 30 minutes late!” Adam was irritated.

“Well, if you help me, he’ll come sooner as he won’t have to take the stairs,” Evelyn said.

Adam looked at the elevator with contempt. “My favorite show is going to start in 5 minutes. I don’t want to miss it.”

“No, wait! Please open the elevator door at least and take the package from me...” Evelyn requested.

Adam’s eyes lit up. “What have you got in there? Burgers?”

“Umm...No, there’s medicine for my mother,” Evelyn replied hesitantly.

“Ugh...” Adam was pissed. “Sorry but no food, no help! Goodbye!”

Evelyn burst into tears again. The air inside the elevator was growing thinner every minute, and she struggled to call for help. However, a few minutes later, a woman heard Evenly's cries.

“Who’s been howling like a dog the whole day? I have a headache, and I need silence,” the woman screamed as she came out of her flat.

Evelyn, sadly, no longer had the strength to scream, so she began scratching on the elevator door to indicate that someone was trapped inside. The woman got furious with the noise and called the emergency line. “I think someone is crying and scratching in our elevator. It’s annoying me, so come quickly!”

“Can you please try opening the elevator door? We will send someone, but it might take some time,” the man on the call replied.

“Ughh...That creature is scratching like my cat, and it's really getting on my nerves now! Just come as soon as possible! I don't want to try anything!” the woman yelled.

“Okay then, what floor are you at?... Hello, ma’am... I can’t hear you...”

“Oh, God. This conversation is just adding to my headache!” the woman yelled on the phone and walked away.

At this point, it seemed that Evelyn could no longer be saved, but just then, a paramedic appeared. He and his assistant had arrived after receiving a call from a neighbor who said Evelyn’s mother wasn’t feeling well.

“Hello, is anyone there? Do you need help?” he called out when he noticed the elevator wasn’t functional. Evelyn wanted to answer, but there was very little air inside, and at that moment, she passed out.

Meanwhile, the paramedic examined Evelyn’s mother and informed her that she needed urgent medical care. “I’m afraid your condition is serious! We need to get you admitted to the hospital right away.”

“But I cannot leave without my 10-year-old daughter. She went to the pharmacy to buy an antipyretic for me but hasn’t come back yet. I’m worried about her!” Evelyn’s mother responded.

“Don’t worry. Kids do that all the time. She must have met some friends and started playing,” he answered. “You can send one of your neighbors to look after her.”

Evelyn’s mother did as the paramedic had suggested, and then he and his assistant brought her down the stairs, where they ran into the annoyed woman. “Oh, I'm so glad doctors are here today! I have a headache, and I can’t get rid of it!” the woman exclaimed.

“We’re sorry, but we have to admit your neighbor to the hospital right now,” he said. “We’ll send someone else to help you.”

“Oh God! I’ve suffered all day because of the thing stuck in the elevator, and you’re telling me you’ll send someone later?!” The woman was furious.

“What? Is someone stuck inside?” he was shocked.

“Yes, someone has been howling since morning! I’m tired!”

The paramedic rushed to the elevator. He pulled the elevator door as hard as he could, and finally, it opened. Little Evelyn was unconscious inside. He carried Evelyn out, and after a few splashes of water on her face, Evelyn finally opened her eyes.

Later that day, the elevator was repaired. However, the next day, while Evelyn and her mother were in the hospital, they learned that it had broken down again, and the tenants who had previously refused to rescue Evelyn had been stuck there all night.

What can we learn from this story?

• One cry for help can make thousands of people deaf, but the indifference always returns to the one who generates it. The way the tenants who had refused to help Evelyn got stuck proves this.
• God’s delay is not denial. Evelyn was stuck in the elevator for a few hours, but later God sent a paramedic to assist her.

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