How to make a hooker cry
"911 Emergency. Police, Fire or Ambulance?"
"Police"
"What's your emergency?"
"There's a woman passed out on the steps, appears to be in a drugged state."
"Is she breathing?"
"I think so, but I'm not getting any closer."
"Please hold for an ambulance."
"Ambulance, what's your emergency?"
repeat..............
I was on my way out the door when I saw her, crumpled in a heap on the marble steps of the vacant house, 5 doors down. Her personal belongings were strewn about, wallet near her head. The tank top was hiked up enough to see all of the tattoo on her back. I got in my car, picked up the cell phone and called, just as a neighbor walked out of the house next door carrying his toddler. He looked at her as if in disbelief. I wish I could say I felt the same.
When I got off the phone with the 911 dispatch, I rolled my window down and told him that I'd called. He smiled. Then I called Matt and woke him up. Said "I don't think you're going to want to miss this." He filled me in on the rest of the story as I drove to the train station. All of this happened at about 5 minutes after 6 this morning.
I'd seen this woman before. Her curly blond hair is rather distinctive for the hooker community. This slumped over state is also not that uncommon for her. Whatever she was on that made those marble steps look like a comfy place to sleep does not surprise me. What did was her reaction to the attention that arrived shortly.
The paramedics were able to wake her up, so the ambulance left without her. The police checked her ID for outstanding warrants and didn't find any. (amazingly enough) She gathered her things, and then, as she started to cry, she said "I want to thank whoever called the ambulance for me." Matt said "It was my wife." She said "thank her" as she wiped a tear.
He called me in disbelief. I was also shocked. I suppose we all need to know someone cares.
Interestingly, this morning I had intended to write a post about how to embrace Baltimore as a new resident. I'm trying to help someone do that now, but this post seems to belong with that too. Rather than just walking by and thinking "that woman needs to wake up....", I took a few minutes to let her know I cared by summoning emergency response vehicles. Let's just hope she doesn't interpret it as a sign she can crash on our block more frequently.
"Police"
"What's your emergency?"
"There's a woman passed out on the steps, appears to be in a drugged state."
"Is she breathing?"
"I think so, but I'm not getting any closer."
"Please hold for an ambulance."
"Ambulance, what's your emergency?"
repeat..............
I was on my way out the door when I saw her, crumpled in a heap on the marble steps of the vacant house, 5 doors down. Her personal belongings were strewn about, wallet near her head. The tank top was hiked up enough to see all of the tattoo on her back. I got in my car, picked up the cell phone and called, just as a neighbor walked out of the house next door carrying his toddler. He looked at her as if in disbelief. I wish I could say I felt the same.
When I got off the phone with the 911 dispatch, I rolled my window down and told him that I'd called. He smiled. Then I called Matt and woke him up. Said "I don't think you're going to want to miss this." He filled me in on the rest of the story as I drove to the train station. All of this happened at about 5 minutes after 6 this morning.
I'd seen this woman before. Her curly blond hair is rather distinctive for the hooker community. This slumped over state is also not that uncommon for her. Whatever she was on that made those marble steps look like a comfy place to sleep does not surprise me. What did was her reaction to the attention that arrived shortly.
The paramedics were able to wake her up, so the ambulance left without her. The police checked her ID for outstanding warrants and didn't find any. (amazingly enough) She gathered her things, and then, as she started to cry, she said "I want to thank whoever called the ambulance for me." Matt said "It was my wife." She said "thank her" as she wiped a tear.
He called me in disbelief. I was also shocked. I suppose we all need to know someone cares.
Interestingly, this morning I had intended to write a post about how to embrace Baltimore as a new resident. I'm trying to help someone do that now, but this post seems to belong with that too. Rather than just walking by and thinking "that woman needs to wake up....", I took a few minutes to let her know I cared by summoning emergency response vehicles. Let's just hope she doesn't interpret it as a sign she can crash on our block more frequently.