theos
The Living Force
Hey everyone,
I had a somewhat strange night last night. I was on the way to a friends house (about 40 minutes from where I live). I was about a block away from his house when I realized that I'd left a pot of beans cooking on the stove. I stopped to get him before going back (just for company along the way). On the way I was listening to this really cool Marvin Gaye CD and missed my exit (I'm not originally from this city so from time to time I may make a wrong turn here and there) which added about 20 minutes to my time. (It's funny because earlier in the day I'd imagined what I would do, or what I would attempt to save if my apartment building caught on fire. I'd also seen Knowing at the movies earlier which asked the question of determinism vs randomness.) All the while I was driving I was watching myself for signs of freaking out which I managed not to do. It wasn't until I got home and my apartment was almost totally filled with smoke that I knew what a close call it had been.
Stupidly, I'd taken the batteries out of my smoke detectors cause they would go off even with the smallest amount of steam in the air while showering or cooking. Luckily, the two apartments on either side of mine were empty. The place could have easily gone up in just five to ten minutes more. I think I would've been okay with losing all of my things. Losing all my diaries and photos would've smarted, however. And I can't imagine how I would be able to live with myself if a fire had erupted and someone died because of my stupid mistake.
That brings me to the most shocking event of my yesterday...
On the way back to my friends house we were on the street advancing through green light when a kid darted out into traffic behind a truck and into the path of the car in front of me. I saw the car hit the kid who immediately got up and half ran/hopped onto the sidewalk. As I was pulling over to help the kid ran up to my car screaming "help me, help me!" I've never seen anyone in such a frantic and terrified state. My friend called 911 and I got out just as I heard the couple who hit him offer to take him home. I just shouted at them, "No! He's going to the hospital!" I could tell that the boy's leg was hurt and it wasn't until I had him lie down on the sidewalk that I could see that the hoodie he was wearing over his head was starting to pool with blood. The couple who hit him chastised him a couple of times for running out into traffic and the boy was apologizing and saying that his head hurt and asking if he was going to die. It was hearbreaking and I held his hand and tried to reassure him that he would be okay and that it wasn't his fault. I got him to give me some demographic information as I was scared he would lose consciousness and nobody would know who he was or who his people were. I was trying not to panic so the kid would stay as calm as possible but I felt on the edge of losing it myself. It was a shock to say the least. The police and ambulance arrived in a few minutes and got the story and took the kid to the hospital. I hope he didn't die.
Now, here's a dilemma...as I was fumbling in my purse for my cell phone I saw the couple in front of me switch positions in the car. I saw the female move into the driver's seat. So, the male is the one who hit the kid. Initially, it was my full intention to let the police know about this. The officer took all of our names and social security numbers and we explained what happened. As we were waiting in our cars, I talked about it with my friend and decided not to say anything. Here's my rationalization which could very well be erroneously based: the car in front of me wasn't speeding or driving erratically; it wasn't a hit and run; the kid did seem to just dart into traffic; and from what I could tell the couple didn't seem to be drunk driving; they seemed to be barely out of their teens themselves. It truly seemed to be an accident. By not saying anything was I doing the kid a disservice? By saying something was I doing the male driver a disservice? If he'd had warrants the police would have certainly taken him in but they were both cleared to go. My guess is that he had no license. Was I using good judgement? Or was I being a chicken for not saying anything?
That was extremely...rattling... seeing that child so afraid and in pain. It's no wonder that victims, let alone witnesses, of trauma can "lose it".
So, I could go on and on...but any thoughts?
I had a somewhat strange night last night. I was on the way to a friends house (about 40 minutes from where I live). I was about a block away from his house when I realized that I'd left a pot of beans cooking on the stove. I stopped to get him before going back (just for company along the way). On the way I was listening to this really cool Marvin Gaye CD and missed my exit (I'm not originally from this city so from time to time I may make a wrong turn here and there) which added about 20 minutes to my time. (It's funny because earlier in the day I'd imagined what I would do, or what I would attempt to save if my apartment building caught on fire. I'd also seen Knowing at the movies earlier which asked the question of determinism vs randomness.) All the while I was driving I was watching myself for signs of freaking out which I managed not to do. It wasn't until I got home and my apartment was almost totally filled with smoke that I knew what a close call it had been.
Stupidly, I'd taken the batteries out of my smoke detectors cause they would go off even with the smallest amount of steam in the air while showering or cooking. Luckily, the two apartments on either side of mine were empty. The place could have easily gone up in just five to ten minutes more. I think I would've been okay with losing all of my things. Losing all my diaries and photos would've smarted, however. And I can't imagine how I would be able to live with myself if a fire had erupted and someone died because of my stupid mistake.
That brings me to the most shocking event of my yesterday...
On the way back to my friends house we were on the street advancing through green light when a kid darted out into traffic behind a truck and into the path of the car in front of me. I saw the car hit the kid who immediately got up and half ran/hopped onto the sidewalk. As I was pulling over to help the kid ran up to my car screaming "help me, help me!" I've never seen anyone in such a frantic and terrified state. My friend called 911 and I got out just as I heard the couple who hit him offer to take him home. I just shouted at them, "No! He's going to the hospital!" I could tell that the boy's leg was hurt and it wasn't until I had him lie down on the sidewalk that I could see that the hoodie he was wearing over his head was starting to pool with blood. The couple who hit him chastised him a couple of times for running out into traffic and the boy was apologizing and saying that his head hurt and asking if he was going to die. It was hearbreaking and I held his hand and tried to reassure him that he would be okay and that it wasn't his fault. I got him to give me some demographic information as I was scared he would lose consciousness and nobody would know who he was or who his people were. I was trying not to panic so the kid would stay as calm as possible but I felt on the edge of losing it myself. It was a shock to say the least. The police and ambulance arrived in a few minutes and got the story and took the kid to the hospital. I hope he didn't die.
Now, here's a dilemma...as I was fumbling in my purse for my cell phone I saw the couple in front of me switch positions in the car. I saw the female move into the driver's seat. So, the male is the one who hit the kid. Initially, it was my full intention to let the police know about this. The officer took all of our names and social security numbers and we explained what happened. As we were waiting in our cars, I talked about it with my friend and decided not to say anything. Here's my rationalization which could very well be erroneously based: the car in front of me wasn't speeding or driving erratically; it wasn't a hit and run; the kid did seem to just dart into traffic; and from what I could tell the couple didn't seem to be drunk driving; they seemed to be barely out of their teens themselves. It truly seemed to be an accident. By not saying anything was I doing the kid a disservice? By saying something was I doing the male driver a disservice? If he'd had warrants the police would have certainly taken him in but they were both cleared to go. My guess is that he had no license. Was I using good judgement? Or was I being a chicken for not saying anything?
That was extremely...rattling... seeing that child so afraid and in pain. It's no wonder that victims, let alone witnesses, of trauma can "lose it".
So, I could go on and on...but any thoughts?