I was walking down
“Call 911. Somebody call 911.”
That’s what I heard. At least two separate groups of people on the street saw what happened, yet no one did anything. Someone call the police, they say, yet they did not call them. The taxi driver did, on his cellular phone. How long would they have waited?
They didn’t move towards him when he was lying on the ground. No one approached him, except for me. Here’s the deal, folks. If you see aperson get hit by a car, don’t try to move him, don’t try to lift his head. But check if he’s still breathing. Take his pulse at the wrist and listen for his breathing, because if he’s not doing both of those things, he may not survive to see the ambulance’s arrival. That’s American; taking the pulse of the wounded. Whipped pawns stand on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to do what has to be done.
I’m not bragging and I know that’s what you’re thinking. I have encountered this more than once, where a person gives information based off of experience and it’s suddenly assumed that they’re just fanning their own egos.
Another strange thing that happened, and I’m sure you’re all familiar with this phenomenon: the crowd. No one’s there when this man’s needed, but the periphery, the gawker’s circle, is filled to the brim with silent men and middle-aged women. I couldn’t understand their words, but their gestures said enough.
“Why did he do that?”
“Stupid man. Ran across the road.”
“Yeah, they do that. What do they expect to happen?”
Salt in the wound, and the guy’s not even in the goddamned ambulance yet. And they call journalists parasites!
One final confession about the incident with this unfortunate man: I do not speak Spanish. He was Hispanic and when I tried to communicate, he quite probably did not understand me. But behind me was a gawker, a man telling me to do nothing. He didn’t speak English at all, to the best of my knowledge. The point is, if it had been the other man, he might’ve known that someone was there, someone he could understand. But no, because of fear he got someone who he probably couldn’t. That’s how it works. You do it yourself when you’re best for the job. Otherwise, you trust second best, and whether it’s a nation or a single person, there’s more at stake then your own goddamned ego.
Enjoy your fucking holiday. I hope you choked on a rib.