Last night was something new
How many times have you called 911 in your life?
I’ve done it twice. The first was a when I was in my office in Times Square and I saw sparks and smoke on a construction site where the Ernst & Young building is now. That turned out to be nothing.
The second time was last night. Just after midnight, heard a woman screaming, “Call 911!” and then just general screaming.
Because of how the acoustics work in our apartment, I ran out to my living room thinking it was my wife but it was someone just outside my door on the street.
Went outside and there was a woman whose face was covered – just covered – in bright red blood. I ran back inside and called 911 on my cell phone.
I’d like to pause for a second to note that I was transferred to the local NYC 911 dispatch pretty quickly; good to know that the system works.
With them on the phone, I dashed back out and saw that a small crowd had gathered.
The injured woman was lying on the wet ground and someone had balled up a towel under her head for a pillow. A man, wearing only boxers and a jacket draped around his shoulder, was applying pressure to what looked like her left eye. Two women were leaning over and comforting her, as was a tenant of my building.
She had stopped screaming and instead murmured, “You’re all so nice.”
After I got off the phone with 911, a young lady came up to me and said she called also. We figured out that an icicle from the neighboring building had dropped off and either hit her eye or cut into her scalp while walking the dog.
For years, I’ve been telling people to be careful about the icicles that grow next door. First time I ever saw someone hit by one.
After the ambulance took her away, got into bed to try to get some sleep.
Hope she’s ok. What a way to start off the new year.
On the plus side, it’s nice to know that there are some good souls in the world.
On the street where I live, anyway.
Wife: That was scary.
Me: It was. But it’s nice to know that people want to help.
Location: computer, back at work
Mood: tired
Music: When the storm cut you to the bone, there was always shelter
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