cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/40442020
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?
i was just chilling at home and my roommate came home from work. he had some weed which we promptly smoked. while hanging out he mentioned that on his walk home, some kids had yelled out some obscenities at him as they drove by and that he gave them the finger as they drove off. this was a normal occurance for him, he was a tall skinny goth guy covered in tattoos who always wore NIN shirts and combat boots.
a few minutes after saying that, there was a loud knocking on the front door. he answers it and it was the same kids. when i say kids i mean high school age, between 16 and 20 years old approximately. there were 4 of them. they immediately push him and move inside, then start attacking him. me, stoned and in a sudden panic, grab my phone and run, dialing 911. i put the phone up to my ear and hear ‘we’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service’. i look and i saw i typed the right number. i tried again. still nothing. the service must have been out or i had a bad connection or something, i don’t know.
i knew my roommate wasn’t going to be doing well since it was 4 on 1 and he was a lover, not a fighter. i looked around for a weapon and saw a golf club. i don’t know why we had a golf club in our kitchen. neither of us golfed. i charged back into the room and sure enough, the roommate was not doing very well. he was on the ground and bleeding heavily from a cut on his forehead, trying to sheild himself from the kids as they all rained their fists down onto him.
i started swinging the club, catching 2 of them with it and dropping them. one of them i know i broke their collarbone, i felt it snap. the second i hit hard enough to lose my grip on the golf club. i turned to the third one and gave him a couple snap kicks to the stomach then head, then did a beautiful, unbelievable axe kick, dropping it right onto the top of his head. the fourth kid ran and the rest of them all scurried out afterwards, some with assistance from me picking them up off the ground and throwing them towards the door.
once they were all gone, i tried calling 911 again. this time, it actually worked. i still don’t know why it didn’t the first time. the police showed up and we gave them our reports of what happened. while giving the reports they got called on the radio and we learned that 2 of the kids checked into the hospital. one was 19 and the other was 17. the cops asked if we wanted to press charges against the 19 year old. we said no, just wanted the whole ordeal to be over.
the roommate was fine, just needed a bandaid and didn’t bother going to the hospital despite the cops suggestion. over the next few months he told everyone he encountered about how i was a ninja and how he’s never seen anyone kick ass like i did that day. many people didn’t believe it, as i am usually a very calm and peaceful person. adrenaline had just taken over i suppose. never heard from or saw the kids ever again.