so a man of about 80 years was sitting in his electric propelled wheel chair at the base of my stairs.
the chair was dead; the man was dopey; his meds were in his hand; it was drizzling:
initial responses included:
-having an umbrella on hand to give him
-offering to call someone
-offering to get him to the subway
-asking where he lives
-asking what his meds were for--first giveaway was that he couldn't seem to remember what those meds helped
follow up responses included:
-calling for med help--first firetruck showed and the guys were sleepy/drunk/ineffectual--claming he didn't fit the
bill for a medical emergency [in affect...he wasn't sexy enough...no bullets to dodge, or doors to break down, etc...]
-ambulance after also thought he wasn't sexy enough.
-i tried charging his chair--no avail and wheels were now in lock
-called non emergency mayors office number and offered this bit of information
"does he have to be left to the elements until he constitutes a medical emergency...are you kidding me? don't
call the fire department again, they're hopeless [i explained everything]"
finally a cop came as promised and looked like he was going to quickly drive past. i stopped him and figured out
the system at last. they were trying to push the buck and as long as i stood there, in effect, they were saying 'he's
your problem'.
i got the cop to start talking to him, took quit exit and watch from afar. it was the trick that worked. it was now his moral
responsability to figure out a solution other than leaving him to the elements.
sometimes i have trouble believing that my taxes are paying these guys to be public servents.
one for the COPS
zero for EMS and the FIRE DEPARTMENT
i call 'em like i see 'em.
alternate title
PLAYING CHESS WITH THE MORALLY CORRUPT
_________________
Don't wait for it to happen...make it happen.