HOLY S#IT,

[Spiky Bugger]

You HAVE TO SEE what happened:



And then what COULD HAVE happened:

 

[southernlady]

Oh wow

 

[Susan in Tennessee]

Saw this on the national news this morning, but Spiky was a faster reporter!

 

[Spiky Bugger]

Saw this on the national news this morning, but Spiky was a faster reporter!

I’m quasi-connected, like “connected to folks who are/were recently connected.” One family member worked with the PD dispatchers who sent the ambulance and back-up units, another family member works at the neighboring FD. Word travels FAST in those groups. Like…THIS fast:

I was 23 yrs old, at home alone one night, phone rang, coworker telling me that a very close cop friend…and his partner (and also his roommate), whom I knew, but not well…had been shot. I hung up, called another cop mutual friend who happened to be in the station where HE worked instead of out on patrol, so I got to him right away. I told him; we both knew which hospital they’d be going to based on where they worked. I knew I wouldn’t be allowed in, as I was not “one of the in crowd,” so I stayed home. But the guy I called rolled the 11 or 12 miles Code Three… red lights, siren and probably TOTALLY unconcerned by safety issues…and got there moments before the first ambulance, which had travelled just three miles, also Code Three.

My very close friend decided to be a hero and insisted that his partner go in the first ambulance. He died enroute the hospital in the second ambulance. He was divorced, daughter was four (I think), and ex-wife was—or had recently been—hospitalized w/psych issues. (They hospitalized folks A LOT more often for psych problems back then in the pre-antidepressant days, so I don’t know how serious her issues were.)

As in many areas of life, it ain’t WHAT you know, it’s WHO you know.

 

[Munchkin]

Yikes.

 

[JackieOnLine]

holy crap!