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jillithianThere are currently two police cars and an ambulance in front of my house.
They are there because I called them.
Tim and I had gone to the VFW on 10 to play some free Texas Hold-Em. I was the first one out at our table and then the second one out at the losers table. The games started at 6:30 and I left at 9:30. Tim was still playing strong. I told him he should call me when he needs a ride home.
I pull into the garage and get out of the car. Closed the big garage door and locked the other door behind me. I walked down the sidewalk in our backyard to the basement's walk-out door that we use during the winter instead of the deck door. I was wearing my high-heel wine colored shoes I had bought for my college graduation. It's dark out and the light on the side door only has a switch on the inside - we're planning on putting a motion detecting light there as it's hard to fit the key in the lock in the dark. I stepped down the concrete steps and almost stepped on something.
At first I thought it was a garbage bag or something like that but as I squinted through the darkness, it was turned into the shape of a person sprawled on the concrete floor.
I quickly sprinted back up the steps, around the side of the house, and up the deck steps to go in the patio door instead. Locking that door behind me, I quickly and quietly ran down the stairs to see if I could turn the light on and verify that it was a person. There was a backpack next to the body and the clothes weren't top of the line Bergdorf Goodman, but they looked a little too nice (and thin) to be a homeless person's clothing. I ran back upstairs and called the police.
They say that it didn't seem like he had fallen (there's ice outside, it's dark, and it's a tall concrete steps on both sides of the area whre I found him). They were actually looking for him. Apparently he and his dad had gotten into an argument and he was having a diabetic reaction due to low blood sugar, causing him not to think too straight and leave.
I'm still shaking a little. Before I found out what the real situation was, I was feeling a little guilty for calling the cops on a homeless person (if that was the case). But as a young female alone in her house, I just was scared and did not have the balls to try to wake the guy up myself. I think the guy is pretty lucky that we use that side door in the winter as it is below freezing outside and if I hadn't found him or decided to stay at the VFW for a couple more hours, I don't know how much longer he would have survived.
Yay for losing hands?
They are there because I called them.
Tim and I had gone to the VFW on 10 to play some free Texas Hold-Em. I was the first one out at our table and then the second one out at the losers table. The games started at 6:30 and I left at 9:30. Tim was still playing strong. I told him he should call me when he needs a ride home.
I pull into the garage and get out of the car. Closed the big garage door and locked the other door behind me. I walked down the sidewalk in our backyard to the basement's walk-out door that we use during the winter instead of the deck door. I was wearing my high-heel wine colored shoes I had bought for my college graduation. It's dark out and the light on the side door only has a switch on the inside - we're planning on putting a motion detecting light there as it's hard to fit the key in the lock in the dark. I stepped down the concrete steps and almost stepped on something.
At first I thought it was a garbage bag or something like that but as I squinted through the darkness, it was turned into the shape of a person sprawled on the concrete floor.
I quickly sprinted back up the steps, around the side of the house, and up the deck steps to go in the patio door instead. Locking that door behind me, I quickly and quietly ran down the stairs to see if I could turn the light on and verify that it was a person. There was a backpack next to the body and the clothes weren't top of the line Bergdorf Goodman, but they looked a little too nice (and thin) to be a homeless person's clothing. I ran back upstairs and called the police.
They say that it didn't seem like he had fallen (there's ice outside, it's dark, and it's a tall concrete steps on both sides of the area whre I found him). They were actually looking for him. Apparently he and his dad had gotten into an argument and he was having a diabetic reaction due to low blood sugar, causing him not to think too straight and leave.
I'm still shaking a little. Before I found out what the real situation was, I was feeling a little guilty for calling the cops on a homeless person (if that was the case). But as a young female alone in her house, I just was scared and did not have the balls to try to wake the guy up myself. I think the guy is pretty lucky that we use that side door in the winter as it is below freezing outside and if I hadn't found him or decided to stay at the VFW for a couple more hours, I don't know how much longer he would have survived.
Yay for losing hands?
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Date: 2006-01-11 12:52 pm (UTC)You shouldn't have felt guilty about calling the cops. You should be proud that you did call. In this instance it probably saved the guy's life. Diabetic reactions are harsh and if you had tried to wake him yourself it would have wasted time. By calling the cops right away he got the attention he needed. So what if you didn't know that at the time- what you did was the smart thing. I know I wouldn't have tried to help some random person passed out in my yard if I was by myself and I'm rather ballsy. I would have called the cops right away and kept a knife on me for the rest of the night. Of course- I'm paranoid but that's besides the point.
All in all- it sucked that you got creeped out but way to go for finding the kid because it would have been way creepier to find a dead guy in your yard in the morning.
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