Helping the needy

When I was walking along the highway of Masaka Mbarara I was knocked down by a boda boda cyclist who ran away after. This boda boda had injured me so walk hence untold suffering. I started shading tears but after some time, a very rich tall man found me on the way and took me to the hospital. I narrowly survived.

Location: Bwera, MBARARA, UGANDA