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Yesterday someone told me that I may have saved someone’s life.
I was getting ready to go back to work from my lunch break. Looking out the window, I saw a man across the street adjusting his coat and the bag on his back. I dismissed the situation, thinking he dropped something and would be on his way. A short time later I looked out of the window again, and he was still fixing his things. I continued to watch him at this point because I really couldn’t figure out what he was trying to do. He just kept putting his bag on, then taking it off, and taking his coat off, then putting it back on. He went on like this for another five minutes until he finally sat down in front of my neighbor’s side yard on the curb. He picked up something from the grass and started fussing with it. There was another bag on the ground that he kept fiddling with as well. I just really didn’t understand. He started twitching and spazzing a little bit and although it was hard to hear from inside, I could make out grunting and moaning sounds. He kept touching his face and it looked like he had a pipe in his hand. It wasn’t quite cold enough to see your own breath yesterday so I thought that he may have been smoking something. While still sitting on the curb, he scrunched his body down, hanging his head close to between his legs like he was going to get sick. I was afraid to go outside. I’ve never seen him around before and I had no idea what would happen if I went so I decided not to risk it.
The man stood up and started to fix his coat and put his bag on so I was under the impression that he would be leaving, until he took his bag off and sat back down again, still jerking his body. After observing him for nearly 20 minutes, I called the ETPD and explained what was happening across the street. The operator said she would dispatch the call and within 5 minutes, a police officer showed up and the man stood up like he was going to leave. They talked for a little bit and then a female police officer showed up. I opened the window so I could hear what was going on. Apparently they knew the man by name and have dealt with him before. Listening to their conversation, I learned that the man (I don’t remember what they called him) was not 100% right physically or mentally.
The police said to him, “We just want to make sure you’re okay. Take off your hat and remove your coat.” As he took off his hat, there was a huge gash on the back of his head with a tattered bandage on it and the man insisted that he was fine and that he didn’t need to go to the hospital. When they asked how old he was, he replied, “Forty… Forty-um…. I think I’m 47. Yeah, I’m 47.” The officer said, “Your license says you are 59,” and he just stared back and said, “Oh, yeah, yeah. My birthday is March 7th. You want to come to my party?” They asked where he lived and he said, “Siiix… Siiix… Um, 666 Stuyvesant Avenue.” They asked if he was alright and he kept saying, “Yes, officers, its okay, you go, you go, its okay.” They offered him a ride to his house and asked his address again and he said, “Siiiix Fiiive, umm… 654 Stuyvesant Avenue.” Those addresses, according the police do not exist. It was sad to see that this guy didn’t know his address, how old he was, or anything.
Continuing the conversation, the police said, “You looked fine in court this morning,” and he said, “Court?” then the police explained to him that he was in court earlier in the day. He didn’t even remember. I felt horrible and got this knot in my stomach because I realized how luck I am. The man continued to spazz, slur his words, and forget the questions the cops had asked. It was like he was stuck in a cycle of repeating certain things. They police asked him if he was still taking his medication then they asked for the list of the meds he takes. The poor guy was clueless. He is diabetic and has a history of seizures and takes a lot of other medication. Based on his unusual behavior, the police said they were worried that he might be getting ready to have a seizure so they called an ambulance. They put him in the ambulance and drove away fast with the lights on.
With a big gash on the back of his head along with his strange behavior and lack of remembrance, he needed some type of medical assistance. I’m happy that I called the police and that they could take care of things. Both officers were very nice and I hope that the man, whose name I can’t remember, is okay.
these past two days have been soooooo goood. i cannot wait to get out of work. and i cannot wait til tomorrow. i am mad about this rain. but i am so incredibly relaxed.
I was getting ready to go back to work from my lunch break. Looking out the window, I saw a man across the street adjusting his coat and the bag on his back. I dismissed the situation, thinking he dropped something and would be on his way. A short time later I looked out of the window again, and he was still fixing his things. I continued to watch him at this point because I really couldn’t figure out what he was trying to do. He just kept putting his bag on, then taking it off, and taking his coat off, then putting it back on. He went on like this for another five minutes until he finally sat down in front of my neighbor’s side yard on the curb. He picked up something from the grass and started fussing with it. There was another bag on the ground that he kept fiddling with as well. I just really didn’t understand. He started twitching and spazzing a little bit and although it was hard to hear from inside, I could make out grunting and moaning sounds. He kept touching his face and it looked like he had a pipe in his hand. It wasn’t quite cold enough to see your own breath yesterday so I thought that he may have been smoking something. While still sitting on the curb, he scrunched his body down, hanging his head close to between his legs like he was going to get sick. I was afraid to go outside. I’ve never seen him around before and I had no idea what would happen if I went so I decided not to risk it.
The man stood up and started to fix his coat and put his bag on so I was under the impression that he would be leaving, until he took his bag off and sat back down again, still jerking his body. After observing him for nearly 20 minutes, I called the ETPD and explained what was happening across the street. The operator said she would dispatch the call and within 5 minutes, a police officer showed up and the man stood up like he was going to leave. They talked for a little bit and then a female police officer showed up. I opened the window so I could hear what was going on. Apparently they knew the man by name and have dealt with him before. Listening to their conversation, I learned that the man (I don’t remember what they called him) was not 100% right physically or mentally.
The police said to him, “We just want to make sure you’re okay. Take off your hat and remove your coat.” As he took off his hat, there was a huge gash on the back of his head with a tattered bandage on it and the man insisted that he was fine and that he didn’t need to go to the hospital. When they asked how old he was, he replied, “Forty… Forty-um…. I think I’m 47. Yeah, I’m 47.” The officer said, “Your license says you are 59,” and he just stared back and said, “Oh, yeah, yeah. My birthday is March 7th. You want to come to my party?” They asked where he lived and he said, “Siiix… Siiix… Um, 666 Stuyvesant Avenue.” They asked if he was alright and he kept saying, “Yes, officers, its okay, you go, you go, its okay.” They offered him a ride to his house and asked his address again and he said, “Siiiix Fiiive, umm… 654 Stuyvesant Avenue.” Those addresses, according the police do not exist. It was sad to see that this guy didn’t know his address, how old he was, or anything.
Continuing the conversation, the police said, “You looked fine in court this morning,” and he said, “Court?” then the police explained to him that he was in court earlier in the day. He didn’t even remember. I felt horrible and got this knot in my stomach because I realized how luck I am. The man continued to spazz, slur his words, and forget the questions the cops had asked. It was like he was stuck in a cycle of repeating certain things. They police asked him if he was still taking his medication then they asked for the list of the meds he takes. The poor guy was clueless. He is diabetic and has a history of seizures and takes a lot of other medication. Based on his unusual behavior, the police said they were worried that he might be getting ready to have a seizure so they called an ambulance. They put him in the ambulance and drove away fast with the lights on.
With a big gash on the back of his head along with his strange behavior and lack of remembrance, he needed some type of medical assistance. I’m happy that I called the police and that they could take care of things. Both officers were very nice and I hope that the man, whose name I can’t remember, is okay.
these past two days have been soooooo goood. i cannot wait to get out of work. and i cannot wait til tomorrow. i am mad about this rain. but i am so incredibly relaxed.