No good deed...
...goes unpunished.
These are sadly true true words.
After getting my tat today, I was heading home and witnessed a man collapse on Ste-Catherine street as I exited the Metro. He was walking with a friend and simply dropped, and when he hit he really hit. His head bounced; literally bounced off the pavement.
A few others saw this as well but weren't doing anything. So I ran across the street to see if I could help. The friend was trying to lift him to the side of the road as cars were coming. Now I know it's not wise to move a body, but the way they drive in Mtl, we moved him tout suite!
A Girl who was there had her cell and I looked and said, "You've got to call 911!" The guy was falling in and out of consciousness and his face was swelling up before our eyes.
To make things more interesting they were both deaf and the friend could only speak some broken french!
There was a cop car parked in front of a restaurant 1/2 a block a way so I went in to get them as the girl was calling 911.
Just as a first responder fire truck arrived the guy came to and didn't want any help, but was unable to even stand. As a couple of the firemen were tending to the guy, the girl and I spoke to another to tell them what we saw.
What I got from the friend was that the one that fell had been celebrating since yesterday evening, his birthday I think and well, was basically pass-out-drunk. I think the friend sobered up very fast!
A minute or so later an ambulance arrived but the guy was still refusing any help or aid. The main ambulance driver indicated that as this was called in and the cops were involved he had better just relax and let them check him over. It took them 10 minutes to convince him to have his pulse checked, blood pressure checked and check his eyes for dilation. When the BP results were in they called ahead to one of the hospitals and explained that they were obliged to take him in. All of this again made difficult as the mean was deaf.
The friend was trying to calm him down and you could see he kept telling him that it wasn't his fault, he didn't call 911. The friend was getting upset now too so I just walked over and looked at the guy sitting on the ground and indicated that *I* had made the call, not his friend. He seemed to accept that and allowed the ambulance workers continue to check him out.
I stood back but didn't leave because I was not sure if I'd needed me to give a statement or anything. Just before they drove off in the ambulance the friend walked over to me, reached out to hug and thank me but he reached for and grabbed my arm directly on my new tat that was completed less than an hour before. I held in the nancy school girl scream, because I just couldn't have the guy any more freaked and upset. I hug him back, said I hoped the guy would be ok and wave goodbye.
As I was walking away there was a tear rolling down my face; as much because I felt that I'd done something good when others were simply gawking, and too because the pain emanating from my arm was beyond belief!
I hope the guy is doing ok. I can still see him falling as clear as it was happening as I type this, and all I can think of is Natasha Richardson. I pray he ok.
These are sadly true true words.
After getting my tat today, I was heading home and witnessed a man collapse on Ste-Catherine street as I exited the Metro. He was walking with a friend and simply dropped, and when he hit he really hit. His head bounced; literally bounced off the pavement.
A few others saw this as well but weren't doing anything. So I ran across the street to see if I could help. The friend was trying to lift him to the side of the road as cars were coming. Now I know it's not wise to move a body, but the way they drive in Mtl, we moved him tout suite!
A Girl who was there had her cell and I looked and said, "You've got to call 911!" The guy was falling in and out of consciousness and his face was swelling up before our eyes.
To make things more interesting they were both deaf and the friend could only speak some broken french!
There was a cop car parked in front of a restaurant 1/2 a block a way so I went in to get them as the girl was calling 911.
Just as a first responder fire truck arrived the guy came to and didn't want any help, but was unable to even stand. As a couple of the firemen were tending to the guy, the girl and I spoke to another to tell them what we saw.
What I got from the friend was that the one that fell had been celebrating since yesterday evening, his birthday I think and well, was basically pass-out-drunk. I think the friend sobered up very fast!
A minute or so later an ambulance arrived but the guy was still refusing any help or aid. The main ambulance driver indicated that as this was called in and the cops were involved he had better just relax and let them check him over. It took them 10 minutes to convince him to have his pulse checked, blood pressure checked and check his eyes for dilation. When the BP results were in they called ahead to one of the hospitals and explained that they were obliged to take him in. All of this again made difficult as the mean was deaf.
The friend was trying to calm him down and you could see he kept telling him that it wasn't his fault, he didn't call 911. The friend was getting upset now too so I just walked over and looked at the guy sitting on the ground and indicated that *I* had made the call, not his friend. He seemed to accept that and allowed the ambulance workers continue to check him out.
I stood back but didn't leave because I was not sure if I'd needed me to give a statement or anything. Just before they drove off in the ambulance the friend walked over to me, reached out to hug and thank me but he reached for and grabbed my arm directly on my new tat that was completed less than an hour before. I held in the nancy school girl scream, because I just couldn't have the guy any more freaked and upset. I hug him back, said I hoped the guy would be ok and wave goodbye.
As I was walking away there was a tear rolling down my face; as much because I felt that I'd done something good when others were simply gawking, and too because the pain emanating from my arm was beyond belief!
I hope the guy is doing ok. I can still see him falling as clear as it was happening as I type this, and all I can think of is Natasha Richardson. I pray he ok.
