Good evening.
Have you ever called 9-1-1?
Would you be so kind and share your experience?
Thank you.
Have you ever called 9-1-1?
Would you be so kind and share your experience?
Thank you.
Ever called 9-1-1?
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Arcadevere
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Once called 117 (our emergency numer in Philippines) because of a fire in the mall where my pops was working
The fire last for almost a week because of the plastic toys inside there
Electrical failure is the cause, but some said it was arsony due to the almost end contract of the mall's owner to city government
The fire last for almost a week because of the plastic toys inside there
Electrical failure is the cause, but some said it was arsony due to the almost end contract of the mall's owner to city government
I did not too long ago. I called on two guys beating up a guy across the street from my apartment.
Nice neighborhood.
Nice neighborhood.
Several times actually.
1. My husband's best friend was beaten badly by our neighbour.
2. A kid was hit by a car in our building parking lot.
3. A teen walked (ran?) through a window. The kind with thin metal in it. That was bad. Really bad.
4. A neighbour came to my door and asked me to call her an ambulance. She could barely breath and couldn't speak loud enough to talk on a phone.
(So, a lot of funny happened that time. In our city when you call 9-1-1 you get everyone. Police and Firefighters have some CPR. We were in an apartment, and first come the firemen. They confirmed that what we were doing was the right thing. Then they stood there...waiting for paramedics. Next came the paramedics. The firemen teased them about taking so long.
When the police arrived, they were in the lobby buzzing my apartment, and my husband was there just home from shopping. He asked what was going on and the police gave him a "mind your own business" look. And hubby says "my wife had an anaphylactic reaction last week and you just buzzed my apartment" one of the officers told him there was a 9-1-1 call for a woman having difficulty breathing. They ran.
The woman was put onto a stretcher, and she didn't want all the nosy neighbours staring at her, so she covered her face. (I don't remember if they had given her any medicine, but she was breathing a bit easier by then.)
So the two cops and my husband come running down around the corner from the elevator, and the paramedics and the firemen are all standing there with somber looking faces. (Patient's head covered on the stretcher) And one of the paramedics shakes his head and says "your too late....again". The poor cop. He went white, and turned to my husband. My husband pushes past to come into the apartment, sees me, and almost passed out with relief.
The paramedic did apologize to my husband. Those guys have a pretty sick sense of humour. But it was funny...backfired, but still funny.)
1. My husband's best friend was beaten badly by our neighbour.
2. A kid was hit by a car in our building parking lot.
3. A teen walked (ran?) through a window. The kind with thin metal in it. That was bad. Really bad.
4. A neighbour came to my door and asked me to call her an ambulance. She could barely breath and couldn't speak loud enough to talk on a phone.
(So, a lot of funny happened that time. In our city when you call 9-1-1 you get everyone. Police and Firefighters have some CPR. We were in an apartment, and first come the firemen. They confirmed that what we were doing was the right thing. Then they stood there...waiting for paramedics. Next came the paramedics. The firemen teased them about taking so long.
When the police arrived, they were in the lobby buzzing my apartment, and my husband was there just home from shopping. He asked what was going on and the police gave him a "mind your own business" look. And hubby says "my wife had an anaphylactic reaction last week and you just buzzed my apartment" one of the officers told him there was a 9-1-1 call for a woman having difficulty breathing. They ran.
The woman was put onto a stretcher, and she didn't want all the nosy neighbours staring at her, so she covered her face. (I don't remember if they had given her any medicine, but she was breathing a bit easier by then.)
So the two cops and my husband come running down around the corner from the elevator, and the paramedics and the firemen are all standing there with somber looking faces. (Patient's head covered on the stretcher) And one of the paramedics shakes his head and says "your too late....again". The poor cop. He went white, and turned to my husband. My husband pushes past to come into the apartment, sees me, and almost passed out with relief.
The paramedic did apologize to my husband. Those guys have a pretty sick sense of humour. But it was funny...backfired, but still funny.)
Twice.
Once for me. Once for my mom.
Actually, my mom called for me. I was home alone with my almost 4 year old and my newborn baby. I started going completely numb, starting with my face.
Things were okay.
The Mom one, things weren't okay. She had cancer that had spread throughout her body and she broke her hip. She couldn't move. This is when the family found out about the cancer. She had known for a very long time.
Once for me. Once for my mom.
Actually, my mom called for me. I was home alone with my almost 4 year old and my newborn baby. I started going completely numb, starting with my face.
Things were okay.
The Mom one, things weren't okay. She had cancer that had spread throughout her body and she broke her hip. She couldn't move. This is when the family found out about the cancer. She had known for a very long time.
One time that I remember at the moment. Saw an accident on the interstate. Called 911 and reported it. It was a busy highway, and they said they were getting calls on it. I have a first aid kit in the trunk, so I used it until help showed up, which didn't take long.
Yes, while working at the circulation desk of the library I heard the sound of women screaming. The commotion and sound increased until three women ran into the library's stillness, screaming in panic. They had fled the back of the mom & pop two-story drugstore which the library, separated only by a gravelly parking lot, faced. I called 911 and later learned that a mentally ill man (who'd stopped his meds) had randomly started to stab another man in the drugstore. The man fell after the initial swift attack, I was later told by a witness, and succumbed to over 40 stab wounds. He died from his injuries...his elderly mother waiting in the car oblivious to the violence inside. He had offered to run inside to fill her prescription so she didn't have to get out.
I had to identify the perpetrator as he sat in the back of the cop car. Staring into his eyes I nodded..."yeah, that's him." He had been in the library just minutes before acting agitated and had mumbled under his breath to me "I'll kill you.". He was known for his erratic behavior and threats but none of us took it to heart because he was living in a group home for the mentally disturbed and the whole community tried to include them as best we could. I still have guilt over this day. It was a tragedy for so many reasons.
I had to identify the perpetrator as he sat in the back of the cop car. Staring into his eyes I nodded..."yeah, that's him." He had been in the library just minutes before acting agitated and had mumbled under his breath to me "I'll kill you.". He was known for his erratic behavior and threats but none of us took it to heart because he was living in a group home for the mentally disturbed and the whole community tried to include them as best we could. I still have guilt over this day. It was a tragedy for so many reasons.
Had to call one to get an ambulance when I was teaching a class and a kid had an epileptic type seizure, so I called them straight from my mobile then called the administration office of the school while trying to keep the kid on his side. etc.
A few times years ago, when our jackhole neighbor was beating up his wife. He was a trucker and a drinker, and everyone in a while must just have gotten in the mood to tune up on her. The cops kept taking him away in cuffs, and she kept bringing him home. I was so glad to move out of that apartment complex.
we had a neighbour like that too. I forgot about phoning the police on him several times. She was a teacher and supporting him, so I never understood why she kept taking him back. One fight, when the cops arrived I could hear them outside my door telling him to "drop the weapon" and "you don't want to add assaulting a police officer to your charges". Apparently he did want to add those charges. And she's screaming "he won't hit me again. I PROMISE"
Twice. First time years ago heard glass break as I sat reading. Got up parted the curtains watched and waited. Saw some guy step out from behind an exterior stairwell and reach into the window of the office of the apartment complex behind mine. First reaction was to run over to the apartment of the manager of our apartment complex. Figured we could tag-team him...the manager was a former wrestler...but all he did was reach for the phone and send his teenager son to the bedroom to watch. So, I head back to my apartment, watch, pick up the phone and dial. Police took some time responding and the guy had come out of the office with keys, apparently, as he fiddled with the next door, went in. Told the 911 operator I'm going to go grab the guy, she exclaims NO! Guy eventually comes out and heads for the river, the big one, this was Baton Rouge. Cop car pulls into the parking lot, heads the way the guy walked. They got him, one came by and took three of us over to where they had him handcuffed in a car. Yeah, that's him. Eventually he stood before a judge and said whatever...didn't have to go to court.
Second time more recent. Out blowing snow, neighbor from two doors south took a dim view of that action...as he had before...for about fifteen twenty years. Him and his wife were both out, shoveling, scooping snow. He comes running over to me, cussing, hollering...could barely hear him over the noise of the blower but this had been going on for a long time. I tried to ask his wife what his problem was...he'd started walking back to his snow scoop...or maybe he had his snowblower out I forget. But he...sensed it...turns, comes running back at me, shaking his fist, yells I'm going to effing kill you! I had enough. Small winter wars. Went inside and dialed. Village cop pulls up, I tell her what happened, she goes and talks to him, his wife, comes back talks to me. The guy apologized to my wife...who was upstairs in the bathroom getting ready for work, heard him...and eventually he apologized to me. And after fifteen-twenty years of that same kind of nonsense from him, it finally stopped.
Second time more recent. Out blowing snow, neighbor from two doors south took a dim view of that action...as he had before...for about fifteen twenty years. Him and his wife were both out, shoveling, scooping snow. He comes running over to me, cussing, hollering...could barely hear him over the noise of the blower but this had been going on for a long time. I tried to ask his wife what his problem was...he'd started walking back to his snow scoop...or maybe he had his snowblower out I forget. But he...sensed it...turns, comes running back at me, shaking his fist, yells I'm going to effing kill you! I had enough. Small winter wars. Went inside and dialed. Village cop pulls up, I tell her what happened, she goes and talks to him, his wife, comes back talks to me. The guy apologized to my wife...who was upstairs in the bathroom getting ready for work, heard him...and eventually he apologized to me. And after fifteen-twenty years of that same kind of nonsense from him, it finally stopped.
Only once I think (brain not quite working yet). Bicyclist struck by a car down the street from work. Fortunately, he wasn't seriously hurt, just some nasty scrapes from the pavement.
Only once...but I argued with the devil on my left shoulder and the angel on my right for a little while, before deciding to call.
Only once...but I argued with the devil on my left shoulder and the angel on my right for a little while, before deciding to call.
Animal house?
Only once. I am sure that many of you long timers remember my dead body incident.
Once in Delaware- neighbors--husband beating up wife.
During a First Aid/ CPR class-- student fainted at sight of blood.
Mobile home fire
For my mom when she fell.
During a First Aid/ CPR class-- student fainted at sight of blood.
Mobile home fire
For my mom when she fell.
I'm very thankful that I've never had to call 911.
I never have, but my husband used to call pretty regularly on the neighbors across the street. Lots of drugs and lots of fighting. They are gone now, thank goodness.
And he called that time he was jogging and found that girl lying along the road with the shoelace tied around her neck.
And he called that time he was jogging and found that girl lying along the road with the shoelace tied around her neck.