911 is the emergency number here in Canada if you’re unfamiliar. 112, 999, etc if you’re elsewhere IIRC.
Do you remember the first time you had to use it?
What were you thinking, feeling?
First time I had to use it in earnest I was working front end at a post office and there was a random guy doing maintenance behind me in the back area of the office. Barely said a word to him, he barely said a word to me. I was fairly busy and he seemed kinda gruff.
Bit later all of a sudden he taps me on the shoulder pretty aggressively, I turned and was getting ready to give him some not-polite words about touching me like that and how he better not damn well do that again but I stopped when I saw the look on his face.
He just says, “call 911.”
I look blankly at him, getting some mental whiplash, and just dumbly go, “what?”
Him, “I’m having a fucking heart-attack, CALL 911!”
That got through so I called them, gave them the info. He went back into the office and laid down.
I was a bit in shock myself and just looked at the customers in line in front of me and said to the woman, “he’s having a heart attack, sorry.”
Honestly think I could’ve handled the situation better, at least gone back and been more empathetic but I was caught between him, customers, and making sure I was visible so I could wave the paramedics to where they needed to go.
The post office there was tucked into the back corner and most of the store didn’t even know about it until I told them later that day.
Never heard anything after, no clue if the guy survived, or not. Didn’t see him again either way.
You?
My wife and I were out DoorDashing when we still did, and this car in front of us at a green light stopped suddenly and the driver side door of that car flung open and a guy fell out into the street. We pulled up just ahead of him so we could watch at a safe distance and flagged other cars on the way to be cautious. I dialed 911 and asked for an ambulance because I thought the guy was having a heart attack. Cops and ambulance show up after some other drivers pulled cones out of their car to cordon off the area. Dude springs up, looks around confused and wild eyed, just starts punching the cops until he’s brought back down to the ground and handcuffed. I felt bad, as it turns out he was high out of his mind on something. I never like calling 911 for obvious reasons, cuz oink and ew, but I just hope the guys gets help. That was the first time. The second and only other time was because a guy who lives in our neighborhood found out his girlfriend cheated on him with one of their mutual friends, who was there this night, got drunk and started to confront him. Then shots were fired and from peeking out the door I saw a lady running with her baby in her arms and screamed “Get that gun away from him!” We called to say shots were fired and the whole mess, only to never have anyone show up. Only thing I know that happened in the next couple weeks as to why it was so quiet lately was that half the people on that side of the apartment complex were evicted. Seems to be a matter of other reasons butl, either way, intense few minutes to say the least.