Today I called 911 for a good reason

Today, we came around the row in the parking lot to find a man lying on the pavement. We missed seeing him actually get struck by the woman pulling out by about two seconds. This is literally twenty minutes after I made fun of my husband freaking out because he forgot his cell phone at home.

I jumped out of the super white Prius and ran to the nearest store, where I called 911.

By the time the cops and ambulance and fire department and three ring circus came, the guy got up and hobbled into the grocery store. My guess, since he couldn't get up initially, was that he was in some type of shock. He wouldn't let us stop him, though. The woman that hit him was very good and talked to the police, and then they went into the grocery store to find him.

You know, I've only called 911 twice in my life now. It's easier to call them when you're pissed off at a bunch of kids pelting stuff at patrons than it is in a life or death situation.

I'm not a great communicator. I never have been. I lose words a lot, and say things backwards a lot, moreso when I'm nervous. I think it's neurological. Anyway. I found myself trying to describe how to find a guy in the middle of a non-descript parking lot. I should have said, "He's right by the super white Prius." I found myself tripping over words and getting the poor operator mighty confused.

Not as shaken by this as seeing the man get hit by the train (what is it with me seeing people get struck by large moving vehicles?) Oddly enough, the train man survived as well.


If you call and can't speak they can still find out where you are (always from a land line phone, in some cases from a mobile phone, but mobiles will be >80% localization capable by 2007 so they say)

I'm sure he is happy you did not stand next to him and scream 911 over and over and over ad nauseum.

The first time I ever called 911 was in Etobicoke about 25 years ago when I saw a fire. I was of course a little kid at the time and we were on vacation on Ontario at the time.

First time I called 911 was when I heard a loud police car chase that stopped down the street in my neighborhood. The suspect then apparently ditched the car and ducked into the nearby woods. The police had flashlights and were combing the area. I put the lights out in my room and stayed watching out the back window. I could hear (and sort of see) the suspect creeping along in the woods behind my house. (Thankfully we had a large wooden back fence, with no gate.)

I could see all the cops were still looking further down in the woods, so I called 911 and described the situation to the dispatcher. At first, she was annoyed and tried to get me off the phone, saying that the police had the situation under control. As I described all of the geography, she understood that I wasn't just an hysterical homeowner, but was someone who actually had useful information. Shortly after I got off the phone, the search party headed in the correct direction, and they got the suspect. I even heard the takedown, but couldn't quite see it from my window. All that without a broken leg,>

At a different house, I had the police NON-emergency number on my speed dial, because I lived near an intersection where a lot of fender-benders happened. There one every few weeks. Most were late at night and it was worse in the winter.