a hero
i feel good about myself tonight.
i was at the commonground getting my drink and dance on. i was standing outside in the pouring rain watching people smoke cigarettes when i saw a girl stumbling home across the street. she was really drunk. she crashed up against a wall. then took a couple of steps and fell onto the ground in a huge heap. she didn't get back up.
i obviously couldn't consciously let her lay there on the ground on the streets of allston so i ran over there. tried to talk to her. my friend amy came over. and we're trying to figure out what to do.
the girl is still laying there on the pavement. non responsive. i see her cellphone in her hand and i dial the last number she called. no answer.
then i dial "ed". the girl blurts out there her name is "pat"
ed answers and i tell him that pat is passed out on the ground. and needs somebody to pick her up. he didn't believe me. i said "in all seriousness dood, you're friend is laying on the ground in the rain. passed out. she needs to be picked up."
he took me seriously then. he said he'd be there in 2 minutes.
i got her up and put her up against the wall. i then realized that she has split her mouth open when she fell to the ground. her mouth was gushing blood. amy ran and got her some paper napkins. i tried to keep her talking. but there wasn't much going on behind her one word syllables. but i did ask her if "ed" was a good dood. and if i could trust him with her. and she said yes.
when he got there i talked to him for a few minutes and made sure i trusted him with her. he was sober. and he was really extremley appreciative of me and thanked me. i told him not to let her fall asleep right away. just incase.
he picked her up into his arms and carried her down the road.
i feel good about myself. but it was really hard for me to get back into dancing mode after that.
i feel like a good and better person. i hope that she's okay.
i was at the commonground getting my drink and dance on. i was standing outside in the pouring rain watching people smoke cigarettes when i saw a girl stumbling home across the street. she was really drunk. she crashed up against a wall. then took a couple of steps and fell onto the ground in a huge heap. she didn't get back up.
i obviously couldn't consciously let her lay there on the ground on the streets of allston so i ran over there. tried to talk to her. my friend amy came over. and we're trying to figure out what to do.
the girl is still laying there on the pavement. non responsive. i see her cellphone in her hand and i dial the last number she called. no answer.
then i dial "ed". the girl blurts out there her name is "pat"
ed answers and i tell him that pat is passed out on the ground. and needs somebody to pick her up. he didn't believe me. i said "in all seriousness dood, you're friend is laying on the ground in the rain. passed out. she needs to be picked up."
he took me seriously then. he said he'd be there in 2 minutes.
i got her up and put her up against the wall. i then realized that she has split her mouth open when she fell to the ground. her mouth was gushing blood. amy ran and got her some paper napkins. i tried to keep her talking. but there wasn't much going on behind her one word syllables. but i did ask her if "ed" was a good dood. and if i could trust him with her. and she said yes.
when he got there i talked to him for a few minutes and made sure i trusted him with her. he was sober. and he was really extremley appreciative of me and thanked me. i told him not to let her fall asleep right away. just incase.
he picked her up into his arms and carried her down the road.
i feel good about myself. but it was really hard for me to get back into dancing mode after that.
i feel like a good and better person. i hope that she's okay.