22.One day,I was walking down Jackson Street to catch the bus when several tough guys jumped out and robbed me.They beat me,took all my money and left me by the roadside to die. Not long after,a man in my neighborhood passed by.He saw me and said, "I'll get some help." He left and never came back. A few hours later,a second man passed by.I knew he was going to help me because we went to the same church.But he acted as if he didn't know me and left. It was almost dark when a third man came by.I didn't know him.I thought he was from the countryside because he dressed differently.I didn't think he was going to help me.But he saw me and felt sorry for me.He called the police and then stayed with me,waiting for the ambulance. The next day,the doctor said to me, "It's a good thing that that man helped you.You were dying.Who was he?A friend?" I thought for a minute,and answered, "Yes,he was."
(1)Where did the guys leave the writer after they robbed and beat him?
(2)Who saw him first after he was beaten?
(3)Why did the writer think the second man would help him?