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刚在NY DAILY NEWS看到的。 这个Guyanese 移民第一次来美国看他哥哥。五天前走出他哥哥家，就再也找不到回家的路，他随身没有带证件，不敢问路，不敢要吃的, 就在皇后区整整迷路了５天,最后快冻死掉的时候被人救了 具体看这里.

The Guyanese immigrant who was lost in Queens for five days told yesterday how he sank into despair and fear as he wandered the streets, worried he would be arrested if he asked for help.

"I was scared the whole time," Damon Mootoo, 32, told the Daily News yesterday from Staten Island University Hospital, where he's being treated for frostbite on his feet.

"I was asking God to just give me strength."

On the face of it, Mootoo's tale sounds so comical - the misadventures of a man who refuses to ask for directions - that it strains credulity.

But as he described the ordeal for the first time, it became clear just how confused he was and how close he came to dying of cold.

Mootoo arrived in New York for the first time a week ago today. He left his brother's house in South Jamaica last Wednesday for a walk and got lost without money or identification on him.

"I was walking from home to home to see if I'd recognize the house," said Mootoo, who is hard of hearing and speaks with a heavy accent.

As darkness fell, it began to snow, and panic set in.

"I started praying," he said. "I said, 'I can't believe I'm lost.'

"I thought the best person to get help from was a police officer," he said. "But I was scared because I didn't have ID with me and no money. I thought they would hold me."

When he could walk no more, he slept in a yard on a piece of plywood with a board on top of him to block the falling snow.

"I was saying to myself, 'Don't give up. I'll get up in the morning and keep walking,'" he said.

By the following night, his feet were cold and swollen. He slept next to a garage, using a discarded Christmas tree as a blanket. The next two nights he bunked in an abandoned green car.

Mootoo, who recently received his permanent resident card, was afraid to approach people who seemed too busy to help and was ashamed to ask for food.

But when he awoke Sunday, he felt inspired and told himself, "I will find it today."

As he roamed the streets for the fifth day, he spotted a water hose outside Michael Bharath's home on 142nd Place. He was trying to turn it on when Bharath came home from church and gave him food and coffee.

When Mootoo found his stepmother's address written on a piece of paper in his pocket, Bharath took him there. It was a five-minute drive.

"I felt so thankful to him and to the Lord," he said.