I saw a woman die on Roosevelt Avenue today. Her striped socks half way between her shoes and her final resting place. The 60ish Asian woman crossing the Avenue was hit and catapulted 50 feet from crosswalk to crosswalk. The driver stopped. He, with the rest of us, kept on-coming traffic from hitting her. I called 9-1-1. An older woman had us flip her over and started CPR & mouth-to-mouth. The ambulance was there in less time than the 2 911operators took to write down “61st and Roosevelt Avenue, woman hit by car & unresponsive.”
We thought that since the ambulance had siren-ed away that she might have been alive.
But the 20 cops that closed Roosevelt and 61st suggested the real nature of the event: pedestrian death.
I’ll finger wag later.
I am pretty sure that “the end of the world” was not on this grandmother’s shopping list today (I cannot read Chinese but there were some handwritten notes in kanji sticking out of the sling that was tied around her).
My plan today was to grade papers before the apocalypse or rapture some Christians have scheduled for tomorrow.
Now I’m just not sure what I’ll do. What would you do if today were the day you saw someone die on the street?
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