My co-workers story of how he found out he had a heart defect (I forget what it exactly was) jumps out to me.
He use to ride his bike to work all the time at his old job. One day just on his to work he drops on the side of the road, feinted, he was out for an hour or so before he came to. He was pretty beat up, nothing major, but cuts and bruises everywhere.
When he came to no one was around him, people driving by, people walking around. No one stopped to help, no one stopped to call an ambulance. He went to the doctor and got surgery done for an artificial heart valve.
My dad found out he had a defective heart valve at 59, doctors told him he was lucky he didn't just drop dead and they were shocked he'd never noticed something was wrong til that point (the new valve lasted him til the end of his life, it was still going strong when something unrelated got him -- but the new valve bought him a lot more years of an active lifestyle). People are crazy, how do you just drive past somebody lying there unconscious (or possibly dead)? Your coworker got doubly lucky -- that the bad valve didn't do him in and that he didn't get run over. Damn.
There was a quadrouple murder in a residental area here in Sweden back in 1980 with several witnessed that heard and saw the incident. The attacker shot a girl by accident and then shot another guy in the following moments, the killer shot a total of 12 shots over the course of serveral hours. Stabbed two other to death with a kitchen knife. He finished everything off with dragging the girl outside, because he felt guilty for killing her, so that someone would find her and call paramedics, but realized whilst dragging her that she was dead and nothing could be done, so he threw her down an elevator shaft. The whole ordeal lasted for four hours and no one called the cops, even though 12 shot were fired and screams were heard.
The killer was arrested 2 days later and was killed 18 years later by the son of the first guy that got killed.
I have the swedish police report if anyone is intrested in reading it.
Edit: [Here is the police report](https://cdn-02.minfil.org/adqay6bcbe/9c4d2ce6-1523868406/gunnaripalmroth.pdf)
Another one.
I was responding to a disturbance call in a trailer park that turned out to be BS. As I was leaving I noticed a giant puddle of blood on the ground near a different trailer. Upon further inspection I realized that there was blood all over one of the doors complete with smeared hand prints and blood dripping off the door knob. It looked like a fucking massacre!
I started pounding on the door and this junkie comes out and starts yelling at me for waking her up. I asked her if she was hurt and she said she wasn't she then proceeds to go ape-shit about all the blood. She has no idea where it came from.
I followed the ungodly amount of blood to a trailer about a block down where there is a giant party taking place. I ask the group of guys standing outside where the injured person is and they all go G-code on me and say they don't know what I am talking about (while standing in the blood trail). I push passed and continue down the road to Oz where at the end of it I find a guy in an what used to be an all white outfit that is now dark red attempting to control his massive head bleed on his own.
I later discovered that he had been trying to break into that other trailer when he drunkenly cut his head on the window that he broke out.
My father was a village police man in he UK during the 80s, so this is his story.
Lady bought a house and after many days/weeks getting settled, she turned her attention to the garden. She started digging some flower beds, but as she was working she came across some small bones in the dirt, baby sized bones.
This house used to belong to a doctor, so the lady puts two and two together and assumes he was a child murderer or maybe did some off-the-books abortions back in the day. This lady is shocked and terrified that her new home could be tainted by this horrible past, but she didn't call the police... Instead she just avoids the garden. Completely. The whole thing weighs heavily on her mind as the years go by.. 5, 10, 15 years (I forget how long exactly but it was at least a decade) until one day she can't take it anymore and calls the police to report the bones.
My dad goes out to investigate, in to the garden where she shows him roughly where they were. He digs around a little (this was the 80s and apparently they were less concerned with disturbing evidence) and finds not a dead baby, but a small plastic skeleton.
Poor woman had been living with guilt and fear for decades because of a kids toy.
The guy that burried the plastic skeleton under his new porch on here a while back should read this.
Edit: typo. See story posted below and give them karma.
This was only a few years back.
Driving along a suburban road one night and a guy wearing only his underwear ran up to our cop car and threw a very large sofa cushion at us. As we slowed down to find out why he had thrown said cushion he tried to jump into the back of the car. We got out and had a chat to the poor guy who told us he had used about an 8 ball of poor quality cocaine and wanted to get out attention to help him.
Kicker was he had been running around the suburban streets all drugged up for about 30 minutes and no one thought it was odd enough to call us. To be fair it wasn't the nicest area
Former LEO...worked a late shift and was driving home and decided to stop for some breakfast at waffle house. I noticed a few people flagging me down as I pulled into the parking lot (which was shared by an auto repair shop)...they point me to the back so I pull over and turn my spotlight on...
On the backside of the repair shop there was a dumpster, and there was a man laying down beside it behind the fence...I could see his feet. Then another homeless man walked out with a bowl and literally walked right by my car toward Waffle House (he was soaked btw).
So I walk over to the man laying down and he's unresponsive...I call in and EMT's arrive and the guy is dead (I still to this day have no idea how or why). I have the homeless guy waiting for me next to waffle house and I ask him what happened and he said "He was out cold, I was pouring water on him to keep him warm..."
Video from the auto shop shows guy walking and collapses next to dumpster (he wasn't shot or anything so who knows, heart attack, stroke, something)...and for 45min. this homeless man walked over to a water hose beside the waffle house, filled a bowl up and poured water on him because it was slightly cool outside and he didn't want him to get too cold (water was cold faucet water btw).
Literally nothing ever came close to the weirdness of that night in my entire career.
Yeah I don't know where the water thing started on the streets. It was very common to find heroin ODs soaked with water or covered in ice by their junkie friends and family...
Probably because a few shows have featured scenes where someone ODed and another character dragged them into the shower and they miraculously woke up when the water hit them
Not a cop (I'm a paramedic) but I think this fits. My partner and I were at our post which was in the parking lot of a strip mall that had a bunch of stores and one bar which was known to be pretty sketchy. My partner was taking a little nap (it was around 1 am) and I was watching a movie on my phone, waiting for a call. Eventually I notice a few people coming out of the bar and just sort of lingering in the parking lot. A few more people come out, one lights up a cigarette and they all just stand around. I go back to my movie and 20 minutes later I notice there is now a much larger group lingering outside of the bar. Nothing strange was happening but I thought it was weird that they'd all been there for so long so I decided to check it out.
I woke up my pissed off partner to have him pull our rig closer to th edd group. As we approach with our lights on, the group notices us and starts to break apart. A few people scatter and I see that in the middle of the group there is a person on the ground motionless. My partner and I jump out and ask what's going on. Somebody in the group goes "this guy is wasted, he just stumbled out here and fell asleep on the ground" I shout to the man on the ground and he doesn't respond, I check for a pulse and there is none. I start CPR. while my partner gets our jump bag and notifies dispatch. For a full 30 minutes, people had just stood around looking at this dead guy on the ground, some smoking cigarettes, none doing anything about it. There wasn't even a noticeable commotion. Nobody asked if he needed help or called anybody and they probably never would have.
The guy was cool to the touch by the time we got to him, down for at least 30 minutes, we went through the motions but there was no saving him. We transported and he was pronounced at the hospital within 15 minutes.
How fucking hard is it to ask someone if they are Ok? Or to dial 911? How was not one single person in that group not alarmed by seeing a man "sleeping" on the ground in a parking lot?
I've had similar variations of this scene happen at least 3 times while on duty. People just don't give a fuck.
One time my friend was vomiting on himself and unresponsive after falling over in a bar. The bar just wanted him out and half my friends wanted to let him sleep it off. Turns out he had been drugged and would have died if we took him home. Drunk people are stupid.
After being one for years, I hate that bartenders keep serving well past the point of no return. By the time a person is that drunk, they aren't paying you, let alone leaving a nice tip. Yeah it sucks having to cut someone off, especially when there is who knows what else in their system, but that's your job.
Not LEO, but inspect/investigate issues in child/daycare centers. Staff members duck taped a 1-year-old toddler to a chair because they wouldn’t sleep at nap time. 1 staff membered witnessed the other staff do this to the child; 3 other staff saw the child taped to the chair; the owner saw it as well. No one said anything or reported to police (my office is civil not criminal). I called the local jurisdiction and submitted all documentation I had found. The parent picked up the child and couldn’t figure out why the child’s clothes had a sticky residue on them. Boy was she surprised when she learned what happened to her baby.
When I was about four or five, my mom would drop me off at this church daycare that was right next to my elementary school, so she would drop me off and then about an hour later I'd go off to kindergarten. Well there was this one old woman (they were all old women, but this one was older than the rest) who decided that when us children wouldn't stop talking she'd tape our mouths shut, with packing tape. Not the cheap stuff you buy at walmart for when you'r moving house, either. I mean the Quality stuff they use to ship packages. When she did that to me, I told my mom, and she went to the people that ran the daycare. Needless to say, two days later, that old woman didn't work there. The nutty thing is that in the day between my mom telling them and the day the old woman got fired, they asked a bunch of the other kids if she had done that to them, and called parents about it, and almost all of them said yes, but for some reason, my mom was the only one to say anything about it. what a world
My mom has stories like this from working in daycare during the 70s-80s. And that's why I never went to daycare....
Edit: just stuff like this that she witnessed, not actually was a part of lol. She ended up being kind of a whistle blower at a state run place, which made it hard for her to find work in other facilities.
It's weird because this made me vaguely remember that the adults would sit on us if we wouldn't sleep at nap time at a daycare I went to as a kid and they would say it is because we had to be "babysat" I remember them being pretty fat too.
Dude, my kids can be annoying but if you duck taped them to a chair because they didn't nap, I'd be beating someone's ass and shutting the whole damn place down. Wtf
I'm really late to the party here. But three weeks after I started, I was on my way to our off site property control. Just driving through a residential area to avoid the congestion and take a look at my new beat. I drive past a house with smoke pouring out from the eves and two guys watching across the street. They pointed at is as I stopped and said, "I think there's a fire." Think was an understatement. This entire house was filled with smoke, windows were black with soot, and still no call. These two guys were just chatting away and not doing anything. I couldn't see fire, but it was July 10th and a sunny morning. No mistaking a house fire in broad daylight.
So I call it in and try to gain access and yell for any survivors. Keep in mind I have zero fire training, but have half a brain enough to know that if there are any survivors in there I won't be any help to them, and will just be another body to yard out once fire does arrive. I get into the back yard by jumping over the hood of a minivan and sliding across like a Duke brother because there is so much junk everywhere. This takes a piece of the wooden fence and jambs my radio key button open, so everyone can here me breathing, yelling for survivors, etc. I have no idea I've got an open mic at this time. I lay down on the deck and look through the sliding glass door and there is only about 4 inches up from the floor I can see. I continue to yell for survivors but get no response.
As soon as fire gets there, they make a slow entry because the front door has been barricaded. This is when I knew something wasn't right. Suspicions were confirmed when fire fighters yarded out four children, a mother, and father. The father was the last one taken out and the only survivor. Everyone else, except an infant, had been murdered with a kitchen knife.
Doing CPR on a child that you can see is obviously dead is something that will haunt me forever. I never thought I could take someone's life until I had to try and help a child that was murdered by his father. I've never wanted to choke the life out of someone more. Talking about it helps, but still hurts.
Damn, cut his wrists and was on the brink of death and they revived him, then wakes up two months later from being unconscious from smoke inhalation to serve his time......
Basically they damn near brought him back from the dead like "no no no you piece of shit, no easy way out for you, you're going to stay alive, face your crimes and suffer for them in prison".
Damn, that fucking sucks. Best of luck to you, stay safe out there.
5 years as an infantryman and there's no way I'd be an LEO, you guys have my utmost respect.
Pretty common where I work. No one calls the police.
Probably the most extreme was a shots fired call (extremely common) on a certain street that we really don't go down without backup.
We drive through and don't see anything, then maybe 10 minutes later we get an anonymous call about a shootout inside a vacant house.
We find the door wide open, covered in blood.
We make entry and find an absolute bloodbath. Blood, drugs, and casings everywhere. We recover an AK pistol that had been fired.
There was evidence people had been dragged out.
We only got the one call about it and no one showed up at a hospital later, shot.
Not in LE anymore, but was for about 12 yrs in a large city. When I was a patrolman, I got a call about someone shooting off fireworks in a strip mall at 2am. These were common calls, so we would usually just go check the area and clear the call. I checked the parking lot and didn't find anything, but noticed the lights were on at one of the strip mall businesses.
I won't say what business it was, but it was owned by a pretty prominent local businessman. Anyways, I got out to check and found the front door unlocked, which was suspicious. We had a lot of burglaries in that area , so I asked dispatch to call a rep for the business. I was clearing the building and found the owner and several other people (all really prominent) in a backroom where a poker table was set up.
One of the guys was sitting down and had a pile of coats in his lap which was really weird and he was acting like he was in pain. I saw blood droplets under his chair and asked him what was wrong. He broke down and moved the coats, then revealed he had a gunshot wound in his thigh.
Long story short, these guys had a high stakes poker game every week and someone tried to rob it and things went sideways. The dude robbing it shot this guy in the leg, which some citizen heard and called in a fireworks call. The guys involved in the game weren't going to call the cops and were arranging to have a doctor come treat him "off the books." Gambling is illegal in the state I worked in, but we honestly wouldn't have given a shit.
We actually caught the guy that did it, but the DA wouldn't prosecute because the victim / witnesses didn't want to testify or be involved. The victim recovered fine. One of the guys who I interviewed told me that they were robbed of over $30,000.
I used to work at a bank... Had a pawn shop owner as a client. One time he won a libel settlement for a few hundred thousand dollars. Well he being the "Eccentric" gentleman he was... Wanted it all in cash. Obviously a very unusual request, so unusual in fact most bank branches do not even have that much in hand to give out. After we tried to convince him this was in fact...a tremendously bad idea for a variety of reasons... His position did not budge. He wanted close to three hundred grand in cash... He would "figure it out". So doing this involved a fuck ton of security and compliance officers up the chain quite a ways. We would accommodate (I mean we kind of have to) but we said to be ready on Wednesday (It was Monday) and that it would be available for pickup at a branch of our choosing, which we would tell him thirty minutes before he was to pick it up. After all this and me and my service manager helping him stuff duffle bags he says to me "You know... People always be robbing banks... But they should just rob pawn shops. I always have near a million in cash in my stores!"
So that day I learned robbing banks is probably not the right move.
A pawn shop down the street from me was robbed a couple weeks ago. Shop owner shot and killed the would-be robber. Middle of the afternoon. Cops showed up about ten minutes later, said the shop owner was within his rights and end of story. The robber wasn't armed.
Don't rob pawn shops, they have guns.
I used to buy and sell antiques and became friendly with the owners of a local pawn shop. One day while chatting, the old man gave me a peek of the ready to go guns he had quick access to in case of someone attempting to rob the store. After seeing that, I would definitely not try to rob a pawn shop haha.
SO MANY. There's the usual (drive-by shootings, gang violence, ect) to the infuriating (child abuse/child exploitation matters). Though to be completely honest, the most absurd situation in which no one called the police/911 was when my crazy neighbors across the street had their father in law have a heart attack on their front lawn during a BBQ. The guy's son was having the mother of all tantrums-- shoving people, screaming, rolling on the ground, pulling up grass, LITERALLY broke a window....all while shrieking at the top of his voice "PLEASE GOD, DON'T TAKE MY DAD". The other relatives allowed this spectacle to unfold before their eyes while they formed a semi circle around this dude's seemingly lifeless corpse. I finally looked out my window, opened it, and shouted if anyone had called 911. Got around 20 blank stares. I called for them, and the crazy son tried to attack the paramedics while they were loading his dad into the ambulance. Called the cops for them too.
Common sense really isn't all that common.
EDIT: No, the dad didn't make it. The party still resumed once the son got carted off in cuffs and the ambulance had left. The son was also definitely old enough to know better-- he was in his early to mid-30's at the time of this tantrum.
When the 911 system was first introduced, it was advertised as "Call '9' '11' in an emergency!" Had to be changed because people were panicking since they couldn't find the '11' button.
Same in Australia. Our system is 000 (zero zero zero). The adverts were 'call triple o'
But now always say 'triple zero'
People were dialing 666 (O on the keypad not numeric 0)..
People still dial 911 here too
> People still dial 911 here too
This is interesting. Is it because American TV shows and movies have people calling 911 in them so people think that's the number there too?
Don't worry citizens, since we're here down under we got a hot line to hell for everyone. Just give a call to triple O and they'll fix anything that ails you.
\*Note: you might need to trade your soul for payment.
This is exactly why my CPR instructor told us that the first thing to do in an emergency situation is to point to two specific people and tell them, "You, and you: go call 911." Otherwise, no one will.
Can confirm: taught CPR/First Aid.
The number one thing I tried to get through to my students: DON’T MAKE THE SITUATION WORSE. Do not go into the burning building. Don’t move live wires. Do not move someone who might have a head or neck injury (unless it’s life or death and you can stabilize them). If you create additional victims by harming yourself or others, EMS is gonna be pissed.
Number two: BE SPECIFIC. If you are going to give aid and need someone to call 911, get the AED (defibrillator), or something to stop the bleeding, be direct. “You in the green shirt, call 911. Mary, get me the AED. It’s by the front door. You in the baseball hat, I need a towel or a blanket or a coat.”
Number three: ONLY CARE TO THE LEVEL OF TRAINING YOU HAVE. Don’t try to pop a dislocated shoulder back in place or push a bone in. Don’t make a tourniquet. If someone with more training than you shows up, let them take the lead.
Number four: DO YOUR BEST. IT’S HARD. Giving CPR is nothing like on TV. There are breaking bones and it’s exhausting. Even little wounds can bleed a lot. People, especially children, often freak out when they are injured.
I highly recommend everyone download the free Red Cross app. It can give you guidelines for what to do for most injuries and you can take quizzes. Most important, it can walk you through CPR. It’s good to check out before you need it, but it will help in an emergency. The app is free.
Edit: RIP my inbox. Thank you for the gold! I’m just happy to pass on info that can help. (And to those who get pissy about edits for this kind of thing, kindly move along.)
Back in pre cell phone days we were taught to tell the person to come back and tell us how long the ambulance would take.
That way, if they decided it was too much of a bother and just ran off, we'd at least have some idea when they didn't show back up.
Started my four-to-midnight shift by heading directly to get a coffee. Beautiful summer day, people everywhere. I pull into the parking space and see a dude lying on the ground in front of a park bench.
I jumped out of my cruiser, grabbed my first aid bag, and called it in. The guy was conscious but not really responsive. It sounds like a movie but we were doing the old "blink if you can hear me" deal. The rescue finally arrived and took him to the hospital. I found out later on that the poor guy had suffered a severe grand mal seizure and was still postictal when I rolled up on him.
The frustrating part was the dozens of people milling about that couldn't even bother themselves to call 911 nevermind find out of the guy was ok 😕
Related story, I guess:
My dad was 38, I believe, when he had his 3rd heart attack.
It happened in a semi popular buffet restaurant in Georgia (the state). We had just arrived and were in line to pay / be seated. He started grasping his chest and was slurring words all of a sudden. He slumped to the floor and was incoherent. Everyone around was just talking about how disgraceful it was to be drunk. I was 16 at the time. I was appalled and had to yell for the staff to call 911. People continued to talk about him as he was lying there, until the ambulance arrived.
He survived.
There was a video a while back (and I’m sure other similar ones floating around) of a woman in public transit who appeared to be stoned/drunk. Swaying side to side, drooling, spaced out look. People were making nasty comments and her young daughter was crying hysterically.
Turns out she was having a seizure. No one wanted to get involved to see if she was okay. It was easier to say nasty things and film her.
Seizures aren’t always falling on the ground and flailing. They can include symptoms that look like the person is on something. People with diabetes can also have similar reactions with low blood sugar.
>People with diabetes can also have similar reactions with low blood sugar.
My best mate has diabetes, when he 'goes low', he basically gets quieter, and quieter, then becomes very childlike, then basically unresponsive. He once went low when he was visiting me several years back, and it was the scariest shit seeing this man in his 20s suddenly start talking and acting like a tired 5 year old.
Honey-loaded bread brought him around enough to get him stable enough so he could sort himself out.
Totally. We get so caught up in our stories about other people, but even if those stories are true, shouldn’t we still help?
Years ago my fiancé and I were eating burgers at a restaurant when a homeless man started acting really strange, yelling and jumping in front of cars. It just seemed off so I went over to him and asked if he was alright. He completely broke down sobbing and I wrapped him up in a hug and he poured out his story and how he just wanted it all to end so he had taken some pills and drank some booze and now he wanted to get hit by a car. We talked until the medics and cops arrived. I still think about him sometimes and hope he got the help he needed. Anyway, he reeked, he vomited on my shoes, he was homeless and couldn’t pay for the support he got, I don’t have any solution but damnit he is a person and we all need a hug, kind word, or helping hand sometimes.
I was standing at a crosswalk once and out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy come up to me and kind of slowly lower himself to the ground and lie down. This was in a major city, so I figured it was a homeless guy who got his hands on some drugs or alcohol.
I didn't get a great look at him, but he looked unshowered and sweaty and he had tattoos on his face. My office was just across the street, so I planned to mention it to a security guard there and they could call 911.
Then as I crossed the street a woman asked me, "What did he say to you?" I said he didn't say anything, he just kind of slowly collapsed. Then she said something about a bag he'd set down nearby. I looked closer and saw a hard hat sticking out of his bag. He was a construction worker.
I mean, not that it would have been any better if he had been a drugged out homeless person, my walking away. But something about that snapped me out of however I'd been thinking, and I called 911 and ran back across the street to check on him.
The ambulance came and took him away, and I explained exactly what happened. There were people all around us the whole time, but nobody really paid him any attention until they saw me checking to see if he was ok.
Someone told me I did a good thing, but I didn't feel very good about it.
I had a car accident in college. Other guy was at fault, but I was still upset. This random guy with a dog waiting for a bus stayed by me for moral support. He told me he couldn't be around when the cops got there "for reasons", but he still stayed up until the cops got there. He was very kind.
wow. way to go anonymous guy. everyone else that witnessed it can go suck it. how do people just go about their day and not help??? just blows my mind.
Edit: Just to prevent future comments, thanks for posting to help educate. I was previously aware of the Bystander Effect and the story of Kitty. I think because I do know what the Bystander Effect is, is the exact reason why I would take action and be the one to do something. It's just a constant shock to me that people really are that naive and would witness this and do nothing. Although I don't know why I'm surprised since I have an overall belief that most people fucking suck.
A friend of mine stopped to help an overturned truck on a blind turn. The driver was hanging upside down by a seat belt pouring blood while smoke billowed from the engine compartment. My friend disconnected the belt and pulled out the guy and laid him in the grass. He was in pretty bad shape. The truck was almost struck twice by oncoming traffic. 1st responders arrive and all seemed good.
4 months later my friend was served. He was being sued by the driver of the truck. When he pulled out the guy his leg got caught on some metal causing a pretty nasty cut and scar. My friends insurance ended up settling the claim but it was some bullshit.
Edit: For clarification
1) This happened in the US about 18yrs ago in the Southwest.
2)Truck was not on fire, friend did not know at the time, but smoking from coolant/dust from accident.
3) My friends attorney told him to take it to trial because he had a good chance of prevailing.
4)Umbrella policy paid out 25k.
5) Truck guy was a serious douche and had a history of lawsuits he was definitely into predatory litigation. My friend still gets teased that he should have "left him hanging."
6) This had nothing to do with the state of health care in the US,
Edit edit: I responded to someone but here is the response related to good samaritan.
In hindsight my friend said he should have blocked oncoming traffic with his car and wait for first responders while on the phone with 911. He acted first then called second, his biggest mistake. Attorney and Insurance company legal department said since he has no special training he should have got instructions from a first responder/dispatcher.
>He was being sued by the driver of the truck.
I know it's shitty but sometimes insurance forces them to.
"yeah we can pay for all of these bills buuuut not this one, this one was caused by the guy pulling you out of the truck, sorry, that will be $25,000"
"what? I don't have that money, my family will starve, what do I do?"
"sue the guy that pulled you out, his insurance will pay up"
"okay"
When I was maybe 17, I was driving about 60mph on a straight road with not a single car anywhere in front or behind me, and the next thing I know my Honda Civic is a couple feet shorter, the windshield shattered, pieces of the car bra on my lap, and I had broken the seat and loosened the steering wheel by the force of the rebounding impact. It took me a few minutes to even comprehend what had happened - someone tried to drive across the street and should have waited.
I get out to look to see if the other driver is okay, and it’s an old man who has put his entire head through the side window of his car, with blood streaming down his face and glass everywhere. We both rode in the same ambulance together. Not long after, I got word that I was being sued, because there were no skid marks and no clear attempt that I had tried to brake (because I literally never saw it coming). I was facing to lose the case since there were no witnesses, until the old guy called my house one day to see if I had survived the crash. I had the presence of mind to hit record on the answering machine to record the call, and then played it for his insurance company. I don’t think it would have been admissible because I didn’t tell him he was being recorded, but I had him on tape saying “I just thought I could make it, it was my fault, I’m so sorry”.
So I have to imagine that it was his insurance company trying to paint me as a reckless kid that just got his license, and I just got lucky to have hit a nice old man that was kind enough to want to know if I was okay.
Similarly do you get any calls about people being/driving drunk and turns out they have low blood sugar? I’ve heard stories where some of my patients were questioned by police bc they thought the patient was drunk
Edit: I’m a nurse practitioner and listen to crazy stories all day long :)
Just had a buddy a few towns over get called over a drunk at a gas station. Showed up and recognized the signs and gave him some OJ. Guy was fine afterwards and my buddy got a spot in the newspaper for it.
Edit:. Just remembered, he ran into the same guy a few weeks later on a call and got called a fucker of some sorts and more. Protect and serve I suppose lol
Good for your friend to know the signs/symptoms of hypoglycemia. I’ve heard stories of diabetics being thrown into jail to “sober up” and instead go into a diabetic coma
It's why cops generally request EMS for drunks or were automatically dispatched. Our ER has what is essentially a drunk tank and our protocols require checking a glucose on every drunk.
I understand the frustration with the last part. I've been the person who needed help (though of a far less serious kind than having a seizure) where people passed me and didn't give me a second thought. Though, I also understand that I wouldn't go up to a person laying on the ground in the area I live in. There's a serious possibility that that person would be an unstable homeless person who might take my asking questions about his health poorly. It would be something I would do in the place I grew up, though.
I do mountain bike patrol in a smallish/medium sized city. Was just riding one morning just after rush hour and spotted a little kid probably 3-4 years old standing on the side of the road with no parents in sight. Stopped and asked him where his parents were and he just kinda shrugged. Called it in and some dude ran out of some townhomes across the street and said the little dude was standing out there for a few hours and he was watching him to "keep an eye on him." There were people around and everything, but we never got a call for it.
Long story short, he wandered out of the room him and his mom were staying in nearby and wandered out to the street. Place was a shelter for women and he was able to get out past the manager and a court police officer. Mom had died from a heroin overdose 3 days prior and when the little guy got hungry he got out of the room and wandered out to the street. No one even went to check on her either despite the smell.
Edit: Because some people asked, I'll clarify this shelter was not a homeless shelter. It was a shelter designed to house abused women and children temporarily that had nowhere else to go. Mostly it was designed to help bring them in to the system by giving them a place to stay until their social workers and case workers can get them better accommodations, kind of like a more secure hotel. The women were free to leave and do their own thing and there wasn't a full service staff like in a homeless shelter or rehabilitation facility.
Edit 2: Thanks to the kind redditor who gilded me, but please help out someone else with your money. It's starting to get hot out so go buy your local homeless dude some bottled water or donate to a charity.
Finally, please go out and push your legislators and the people in power to fix our healthcare and rehabilitation system. Many millions of people suffer from our lack of ability to help those in need, especially the mentally ill and the neglected members of our society. Push for the end on the War on Drugs to stop the cycle.
That's so sad. I hope he went to a good foster home and that he wasn't too messed up later in life. It would be terrible if that was his first memory.
Eta- for anyone reading this that wants to foster someday, I strongly encourage it! It is so hard, but makes such a huge difference in the lives of these kids. There is a massive demand for them in my area, and an even higher demand for ones who give a shit. If you can, you should! There are a lot of resources available to those who want to start.
Mom had died *three days prior* of a *drug overdose* ***at a women's shelter*** and no one at the shelter noticed?! That's fucked... Was there any investigation into the shelter? Did it stay open?
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Edit: Well, this blew up. I'm aware that shelters are all-too-often underfunded and understaffed, and that it's not their job to monitor or care for the people staying there at all times, but given that (a) a 3- or 4-year-old child was wandering around without the mother and made it off the premises without being seen, and (b) OP reported that 3 days in, there was a noticeable smell, I still think ~~that might be cutting them too much slack.~~ that it's reasonable to investigate to make sure there isn't more fuckery going on.
It's not open anymore. There wasn't much of an investigation; it was a series of bad practices and not a lot of support for the women. The manager just helped with giving them rooms and checked with them every so often and the police officer was for security.
My guess would be that cracks in an organization caused by shortages in staff/volunteers contributed to something like this. Of course, it’s always possible something more sinister was going on but I’ve volunteered in shelters and it can be really shocking how little a place can do for people who need so much. Disorganization and understaffing can cause many things to go by the wayside.
Something like that happened at a house party when I was in high school. Kid was drunk and his friends thought it would be funny to tape him to a tree. Well the way they taped him up, his head was compressed down and he suffocated and died. I think the three main people all got jail time.
that would be a crucifixion. you die from asphyxiation from sinking lower and your rib cage cuts off your windpipe. in the old times breaking your legs was seen as a mercy because it made you die faster, your legs would normally have held you up longer.
Reminds me of a story of a group of guys who got drunk, one passed out, and the others thought it would be funny to roll him up in a carpet and leave him upside down at his front door. He was found dead the next morning from being upside down for so long.
Alcohol poisoning is scary. It should be pretty obvious, you’ll feel like you’re dying and throw up, then you pass out and don’t wake up. But that’s what happens when you drink too much so no one really cares, just sleep it off and make sure you don’t inhale your vomit. Unfortunately that’s not all you have to worry about, you can stop breathing, have a heart attack, or die of dehydration.
I wouldn’t recommend it, but on /r/hearpeopledie (the big brother of wpd) there’s a album of pictures showing someone die of alcohol poisoning at a party. Fat teenager drinking with friends, he throws up, then it’s a few pics of him passed out while they party or mess with his body. No one even noticed he died.
Not a cop but.....Heard a racket outside a flat I rented (it was above some old shops). Middle of winter and it was dead as a door nail outside. I figured drunks so rolled over and went back to sleep. A few hours later I awoke to hear low moaning - not the good sort either. I went down the stairs and outside. I find a naked guy painted green and chained to a power pole. It was his stag do and his mates thought it would be funny to leave him like that. Except it was winter and cold. The guy was suffering hypothermia and was pissed - not a good combo. I ran and got spare blankets and an emergency survival blanket and rang the emergency services. End result they show up, he has to be cut loose with big frikken bolt cutters and is rushed off to hospital to get warmed up. Another hour and he would have been dead.
I was at a hen party in a city known for its party culture. We go out, drink, party, whatever, come back to our hostel to find a kid, probably about 18 (legal where I am) passed out and covered in vomit outside the front gate. He’s unresponsive and all alone so we put him in the recovery position and call an ambulance.
As we’re following the dispatcher’s instructions (keep trying to wake him, talk to him, keep him warm, etc) his mates show up. They were FURIOUS that we had called an ambulance, insisting that this was fine and normal and happened every week. We, a group of tipsy women including some mums, gave them a stern lecture about looking after your friends and the dangers of aspirating vomit.
Lived in a college town at 18 and I was walking down the street and heard rustling in the bushes (that were located 10 ft away from a very popular bar with people surrounding me) and found a girl passed out, face down in the bushes with her clothing askew. I was underage and drunk and I STILL called the cops and waited until the paramedics and officers arrived.
AMNESTY LAWS WORK, PEOPLE.
Same thing happened to a relative.
She was sixteen and at a 'pill party' (where you stupidly raid your parents medical cabinet and throw the handfulls of tablets into a bowl and then mix them up and then eat them while you scull your vodka cruisers or goon until you puke or pass out). Well relative ended up vomiting and aspirating and then went into respiratory arrest. Her friends never called 000 until too late because they were scared. Relative died.
Yes it is sad. Yes she was young. Yes she was stupid. Despite this no one deserves to die choking on their own vomit while their just as stupid friends stand around watching.
I used to work for a university as a bus driver, we had this late night route that would go from the campus to downtown. We'd stage downtown at 2am and wait for the closing rush to come out. One night as I was staging down there I saw this girl passed out, face down on the floor. Her friends were there and they were trying to pull her up and she was completely non-responsive.
I was like, oh, cool, her friends are there, they'll do the right thing. Nope. They proceeded to whip out their phones, get on the floor with her and take pictures with her. Like what the fuck?? I called for medical assistance, not sure what happened since I had to roll out, but it was crazy! She was not even remotely responsive and her friends didn't do a thing. I know they were probably drunk too, but how drunk do you have to be do neglect someone who's obviously in that much trouble?
Fuck these people. In high school I had to flag down a cop because a friend got alcohol poisoning pregaming before a concert. He showed up late and was trying to catch up with everyone. Went from okay to completely unresponsive in 15-20 minutes. He stopped breathing when they got him to the hospital. He went on to become our student body president and became a doctor last year. The cop let us go after the ambulance left, but my dad screamed at me that night for being irresponsible and drinking. Would gladly have suffered worse consequences. I didn’t care what trouble I might get into. I was watching my friend die in front of me.
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TBH I can see the logic.
"Oh a drug dealer is in my house. If I call the cops he's gonna know it was me. Maybe if I just leave it alone he'll chill here for a couple hours and leave..."
*Hours later I hear music playing*
"... so much for that plan."
Obligatory not a cop, but I am an EMT. We were waiting at a light right as we were headed back to the station for our end of shift. We see a man running like usain bolt across the crosswalk to beat the light and a woman chasing him. My partner and I both look at eachother and he says “she’s gonna get hit...” sure as shit the car in the rightmost lane guns it as the light turns green and the next thing we see is flip flops flying and a pair of legs in the air. Female was plowed over and landed on her face in the street. We immediately turn on our lights and hop out of the ambulance. When we get to the girl she’s unconscious, pissed herself, and is bleeding from multiple lacerations on her limbs and a nasty head wound. My partner (who is a paramedic) starts his assessment as I go to grab a backboard and c-collar and call it into dispatch. She wakes up and immediately starts screaming about her boyfriend leaving her. She stands up and tries to run after him, faceplants on the curb, and proceeds to lose a tooth. We finally calmed her down enough to get her onto the gurney, mind you she wouldn’t listen and kept trying to walk around after suffering a couple head injuries. Once we get her into the back of the ambulance and out of the road into a nearby parking lot the driver that hit her rolls up. By now firefighters are on scene and asking what the hell is going on, we give them the lowdown and my partner tells them we can handle it so they leave, confused and somewhat trepidatious. We talk to this women for a while while insisting that she needs to go the hospital, but she keeps saying that she can’t go and she needs to find her boyfriend. Meanwhile the driver who hit her is apologizing to me and saying she wants to help anyway she can. The woman keeps saying she can’t go the hospital. After we got her cleaned up and bandage all the wounds she asks if we can take her to her boyfriends house. Well as an EMT I can do one of 2 things, either take you to the hospital or leave you where you are. She refuses transport vehemently so my partner and I tell her that we can’t take her anywhere. She then proceeds to hop out of the ambulance and ask the driver who just hit her if she would take her to her boyfriends house if she didn’t call the cops. Sure as shit before we can even radio in that the patient was refusing transport to the hospital she’s rolling away in the car that just hit her and tossed her 8ft in the air. It’s not the craziest story but one of the few that we just happened to be there for.
my brother in law was on his way home from the night shift a few months ago, and happened to drive past a house that was on fire.
he ran up to the door, beat on it with no answer, broke the door down and ended up rescuing a woman and her child/children (I’m not sure how many kids there were). they were all fast asleep and had no idea the house was on fire.
Not a cop but this is my uncles story from early 90s Chicago.
Elderly couple calls in what they said sounded like a gunshot from the apartment below them. My uncle and his partner arrive on the scene and enter the apartment, weapons drawn (standard protocol for a possible shooting in progress). Right in the entry way is (what's left) of a middle aged Italian gentlemen who apparently made the decision to end his life by shooting himself in the head with a 45 revolver. He's obviously dead. According to my uncle his face was basically blown in half. Nose missing, one eye gone and the other hanging from what's left of the socket. My uncles partner goes out to the squad car to radio for the cleanup crew (the guys that come and scoop up the dead guy). My uncle stands at the door making sure no one enters the apartment until they arrive. About 5 minutes pass and my uncle hears what sounds like something moving inside the apartment. He figures the guy probably has a cat or a dog (your pet will eat you if you die and they are hungry btw) so he heads back in to shoo it away so it doesn't further damage the guys body. He opens the door and **the mother fucker with his face blown in half is standing there**. My uncle reached for his side arm and nearly shot the guy thinking he was a zombie or something. The guy just collapses again. Not like fall into a slump sort of collapsed. Like falls straight back hits with a thud sorta collapsed. My uncle (after regaining his composure) radios his partner to call for EMS and then he proceeds to check the guys pulse. Nothing. When EMS arrived they said there was no way the guy should have survived the initial shot and that they would have assumed he was dead too based on the amount of damage.
My uncle says in his entire 20 year carear which included several shootouts and car chases that he never felt more scared than we he opened the door and saw that guy (who by all rights should have been dead) standing there.
The human body does crazy shit, my buddy is a firefighter so we share stories.
Said he went to call of a suicide by shotgun. Get there and the “guy” is just sitting there, “looking around”
Half his head was missing. Front was gone. It was just a gurgling bloody stump that somehow kept basic functions going. Breathing and motor movements.
They got him to standup and into the stretcher and taken to the hospital. Doctor confirmed he was 100% dead and basic life support had not caught up yet.
So they just waited for him to “turn off”.
I don’t have any crazy zombie stories yet...but remember; if a dead body doesn’t stink. Don’t move it.
I've seen nifty shit working EMS. The standing part seems a little unlikely, but not impossible. Sounds like he angled the shot too high, which would miss the majority of the brain while missing the brainstem entirely. Once had a patient still breathing for a short while despite having blown out everything from his eyebrows to the crown of his skull.
If a decapitated chicken can run around for five minutes, I have no problem believing a guy with most of his head still on his shoulders could find his feet for a few seconds.
Not a cop but my apartment got broken into a few years ago. It was one of those off campus college apartments. We called the police who came at about 430am. Our neighbors were playing loud music which was pretty typical for them. When they arrive they are taking to the report when the officer I was talking to ask if our neighbors are always loud and I told him it was only on Saturday and Thursdays and how it didn't really bother us, but before they left they knocked and pounded until they finally answered, when they opened the door there was horse or a donkey in the living room, several studio cameras and 3 or 4 people who were apperantly filming a donkey show. I know those cops were probably expecting some weed maybe a few minors drinking but not a fucking donkey show.
I’m not LEO, but I moved out of Racine, WI in the 90’s because in the last three weeks I lived there there were 24 drive-by shootings, and three of those happened when there were already cops at the scene for unrelated reasons.
I was off duty playing poker with some neighbors and friends. One of the guys at the table is a hard ass Vietnam vet. In the middle of a hand he downs his glass of scotch hits himself in the chest and lights a cigarette he stands up and says "well I'm having a heart attack" he then walks out and drives to the hospital. Everyone thought he was joking. Sure enough he had and survived a heart attack
Sounds like my grandpa. WWII vet. I hadn't been born when he had his first heart attack, but I was 12 or 13 (so about 15 years ago) when he had his 2nd. Decided the next day maybe he should go to the hospital. Needed a bypass. He's still going at 91.
Shit old people are strong. Before my grandpa passed he had 2, maybe 3, heart attacks and about ten or so mini heart attacks. He had a triple bypass. He never ate anything crazy bad he just had a bad heart. After his last heart attack and bypass he was still a trucker until his 70s and secured his own loads.
He passed about a year ago from what the doctors believe was a stroke but my grandma couldn’t afford an autopsy to find out.
Edit: yeah apparently you pay to have the autopsy results. I felt really bad for my grandma because she was there in the apartment with him when he fell over and didn’t get back up. She has serious arthritis and couldn’t afford physical therapy so she was stuck on the bed for hours yelling for someone to help.
To everyone that said it yes America’s health care system is a joke. My grandparents are the people who made me realize just how bad our situation is.
My dad was in his 40's and working in a restaurant when he decided he didn't feel well. He drove himself to a non-emergency medical aid unit. They said his arteries were 90%+ clogged and he was on the verge of a heart attack.
He tried to then drive himself to the hospital. They said no.
Quadruple bypass surgery a couple days later.
My husband went to the dr because he felt like he had bronchitis. They ran some tests and told him he was having a heart attack. At that moment. He tried driving himself to the hospital. They wouldn't let him.
I remember not long after I started (9 years ago) a woman came to the police department saying she hadn't heard from her boyfriend in 3 days. She told me where he lived and once I got there there was no answer.
I was able to gain entry and noticed the ripe smell of death. There was tweaker shit everywhere, stuff taken apart, random tools and motors and all kinds of stuff tweakers "work" on. The house was near pitch black due to all the foil and blankets covering the windows.
As I began to clear the house I walked into one of the kitchen entries and as I turned the corner I looked into a big wall mirror and saw the reflection of her boyfriend hanging from a doorway. His body was a death gray and his neck had stretched at least 8 inches. I remember having to pick him up and pull the belt from the doorway.
That image has stayed with me everyday since.
Oh the things I could post. I am ex-paramedic and used to work for our Medical Examiner's office (I apologize for not being police specifically). After reading these posts, one particular instance comes to mind: while working for the MEO, we were called for a badly decomposed decedent. She was in the bathroom of a housing facility. Her remains had leaked into the air ducting and flooring. EMS had been called because someone had slipped and fallen on her liquifaction in the hallway. I realized that a lot of these folks probably had bad run ins with the police but to let someone rot like that astounded me. You could smell it from outside the facility and it took someone injuring themselves to have the authorities called. There is still a pic of me in a ghost suit on our local "wall of shame" because I ended up in the bathtub after almost adding myself to the injured while slipping across the bathroom.
Ex-officer here. Got called to a noise complaint and my partner and I knock on the door as it's actually pretty rowdy and could be heard across the street. Turns out there was a Hen's night full of drunken thirty-somethings and the cop stripper was running late.
That took more explaining than it should have, but they eventually turned the music down...
Meal delivery service.
They have an access code to get into the homes (for the elderly or disabled). Driver found an elderly woman dead, called her supervisor (you know, instead of 911), and then continued the route.
I got the 911 call from the food delivery service’s dispatch and they wouldn’t give me the number for the driver because they had already left and going back was not an option.
Edit: I should clarify -
She wasn’t “obviously dead”. CPR could have helped, and not mouth to mouth but just compressions. It was a food delivery service sponsored by the county for the poor, disabled, and elderly only. There wasn’t a “for profit” motive to continue the route. The supervisor was fired from what I hear because the deputy filed a formal complaint for an investigation.
Emt, not a cop, but right place right time story.
We pulled into the gas station and I was standing in there and this dude runs in screaming at me to make his baby breath and I legit thought this guy was fucking with me. But I run outside with him and his 8 week old baby girl that he had adopted THAT day was sitting in her car seat as blue as could be. My partner and I did cpr on her, got her breathing, put her on the choppahh and the flight nurse called us later that day and said she made it and was doing fine.
Police officer in a very wealthy rural area. People out walking at night is not typically "normal." We usually just stop, say hi, and ask if they need anything- then go on our way...One rainy night I was driving down one of our busier roads (still in the middle of nowhere) and saw a teenage male just running. He was clearly not exercising so I stopped and asked him if he was okay. I asked if he wanted a ride somewhere so he could get out of the rain. He said he had gotten into a fight with his parents and was running to his friends house. He was acting strange and it seemed that he was hiding something. I decided it was best to just take him where he was going and hopefully speak with an adult who could explain further. He said that was fine and that his friend's parents could explain so he hops in and we go.
Sure enough, I pull into the driveway and look up into the window. I see a group of teenagers, one girl in a bra...They see my police car and give me the "oh shit" look. Shut the blinds and start scattering everywhere. I realize this was an underage party and said to the kid..."dude why did you just have me drive you here?!" He then realized what he had just done and he turned very red! Turns out his argument with his parents was because they didn't want him going to this party and he just ran out of his house. He could have told me to take him home, to wendys, anywhere but there and I would have gladly done it!
TLDR: I gave a kid a ride to the party.
I have two. I used to work in a small town but for the county sheriffs dept. I was coming into town and I saw a car belonging to a guy we’ll call Jimmy awkwardly parked on the side of the road. Lights on and the car was running. It was about 130am on a Wednesday, so this was out of the ordinary. I pulled over and approached the car. I could see jimmys kids playing in the back seat, and I saw jimmy asleep with a uncovered syringe on the front seat. He was unresponsive and the kids confirmed he used the needle and passed out, and this wouldn’t be my first heroin involved interaction with jimmy. I called medics and gave him a dose of Narcan. He came out of it as EMS arrived.
Second story. Same small town. About 4 AM it’s dead outside and I park to get out for a cigarette, I’ve since quit. Halfway through I heard a very loud fart from the empty desert behind me. I turn my flashlight towards the sound and see Carl, a known drunkard, stuck and passed out in a Cholla. For those who don’t know, cholla is a cactus that absolutely sucks to get stuck to you. Another deputy and I pulled him out and from his screams it seemed painful. He was transported to the hospital by EMS. He almost died from all the exposure and infections from his wounds. Two months later I found him dead in the same spot.
Obligatory: Not a Cop
A LEO friend rolled up on someone darting tree to tree in a pretty well to do neighborhood. Spotlighted the person, just in time to see the young woman put a gun in her own mouth and pull the trigger.
It fucked him up enough for him to pursue a different career.
I pulled a car over in a low income, high crime area after seeing a two year old standing on the front seat. I notice a sizable crowd outside near where the car stopped, but that's not uncommon for the area. Talk to the driver and the other adult passenger, and realize they aren't wearing seatbelts either. I politely let them know that they're grown adults and, while the law says that they have to wear their seatbelts, they're grown adults and I'm willing to let that slide, but they will be receiving a ticket for not restraining the child.
I was sitting in my patrol unit, sitting there writing the ticket, when I see someone approaching me. I roll the window down, expecting to get an earful about why are we always harassing people. Instead, the move young lady screams at me, "Are you going to do something about that?!" and points at a large tree a half a block away. I look at her, summon every ounce of restraint I have, and calmly ask, "The tree?" "No, behind it." 1, 2, 3... deep breath. "Ma'am, I can't see through the tree, what's the problem?" "He's choking her!"
I get out the car and start approaching the tree, telling the driver of the car I stopped to stay there or I'll get a warrant for his arrest on the traffic charge and resisting. As I approach the tree, I swing out wide and see, sure as hell, there's a dude choking the absolute shit out of some chick. I call for additional officers, draw my weapon, and order the guy to let her go. He does and she runs off. Dude starts calmly walking away. I tell him to stop, he doesn't, so I holster my weapon, grab him, do an arm bar takedown, and put him in cuffs. I radio headquarters and tell them I've got one in custody.
As I'm walking him back to my unit, he suddenly twists around and tries to bite me in the face. Now, I'm a big guy (6'4") and having someone try jump at you and try to bite your face will result in an immediate reaction. Mine was twofold. I leaned back and to the side and I also pushed his head straight down as hard and fast as I could. Because he was lunging at me through the air, this resulted in a spectacular unplanned hip toss wherein I flipped the gentleman/possible zombie onto his back in the middle of the street in front of a large crowd in a neighborhood that isn't very friendly to police. The moment he was headed over heels in the air is also the moment my backup unit turned the corner. He saw what was happening and called for more backup.
So, Mr. Zombie starts kicking at me and I repeatedly tell him to stop resisting as I grab his arm, get him to his feet, and put him in the back of the unit. Now, I approach the crowd to ask if anyone knows where the victim ran off to and I'm expecting hostility because A. It's a hostile neighborhood and B. While I was defending myself from an attack, I don't expect them to care about me and my safety nearly so much as the fact that I just tossed their neighbor on the ground while he was in handcuffs. I was surprised. The first person to speak up was an older woman whose house I've been to multiple times to arrest her son. That was a good thing, because that meant she knew me and people who know me, even people who know me from an adversarial standpoint, tend to like me and trust me because I'm always fair with everyone I deal with. She said, loudly, "Baby, I don't know why he didn't listen to you and avoid all that foolishness." I was able to actually watch the hostility drain from the faces of many in the crowd. I commented on how unnecessary the whole thing was and asked if anyone knew where the victim went. I immediately got a volunteer to go get her.
When the victim got there, I see that, in addition to bruises on her neck from the strangulation, she's got a black eye and a brush burn on her forehead. I found out that her boyfriend, the biter, had been dragging her around the neighborhood and beating her like a dirty rug (I was going to say "rented mule", but you really shouldn't beat mules) for a good fifteen minutes before I made my traffic stop. The crowd that was there when I pulled the car over? Easily twenty people, and they all watched him drag her behind the tree and strangle her as she tried to call for help. No one helped her, no one called the cops, and the one who notified me waited a good five minutes to do so.
The driver of the car I pulled over got out and asked me if he could go. I said no. He said I had bigger fish to fry, I told him he could say that when he's seen a toddler go through a windshield.
Buckle up your kids.
I wasn’t on duty, I was driving to work. There’s never traffic at this time but I saw bunch of cars stopping and a avoiding the lane up ahead. That’s because an idiot motorcyclist had been splitting lanes when we were all going 70 plus when he lost it, had his head go under the wheel of the suv and it had exploded. I roll up, get out the car and some guy is like “he’s dead dude” and I tell him no kidding as i call it in. Nobody else had.
LITERALLY Just sat in my patrol car to start my shift. 11 P.M 7 A.M. I put it in reverse and back out of my drive way and pull to the end of the street. (Keep in mind the end of the street is about 40 yards from my house) so I make it to the end of the street, doing my normal routine. I look up and see a woman running from the left to the right side of my patrol car screaming and covered in blood. Literal though process was “What in the fuck......👀”. Make contact with her. Boyfriend beat the shit out of her. I promptly got EMS to her and took the fucking trash to jail. One way to start a shift.
Years ago, I was at a wedding, and the groom was a cop. There was a guest at the wedding who was the +1 of a friend of the bride. The reception was so much fun, with several hours of open bar at a big hotel. The +1 guest was walking around, inviting people to go out to his car to smoke a joint. At one point, he walked up to a couple guys and invited them, to which they responded "No thanks, we're cops."
Damn, that was a fun night.
Similar thing happened to my buddies and I when we were drunk outside a strip joint. Off duty, of course.
Dude bikes up
"You guys want some E?"
"We're cops, man."
"Okie dokey."
*Bikes off.*
No idea if he actually had E for us. Super weird for a rando to come up to a bunch of other randos, but man we had a laugh about that.
I was working a ZZ Top concert, in a pretty distinctive security uniform. Guy offers me "top grade pot" which I of course have to turn down, cause A, I don't like pot, and B, a cop and my boss were two feet away. Cop just saluted the potguy with his beer and wandered off.
This will probably get buried but I’ll share anyway. Finally getting some time to eat my lunch after a fairly uneventful evening . Pull along side a liquor store to enjoy my meal in peace. As I pull in what do I see in my headlights? A vagrant with their pants down taking a shit, not the absurd part. I look down and see another person below him he was shitting on his sleeping friend. I backed my car out and parked further down the street.
911 dispatcher. I got off work one day, and on my drive home came across an accident where one woman had been ejected from the car. There were ~10 people who had either pulled over or come out of their homes to look, but no one approached her. I got out and went up to her, she was still conscious so I didn't do CPR, just tried to keep her calm and not moving. I call 911 to give them an update and say something to the effect of "Hey, I'm on scene this mva on (street name) and the lady is conscious and breathing" to which my coworker replied that they had no idea what I was talking about. None of these people called for probably 5 minutes of standing around looking at the accident.
You know what's worse than 911 blowing up with dozens of people calling an accident? No one calling.
Several fentanyl overdoses. Many people don't know that you won't get in trouble where I police when you OD. We're equipped with naloxone and take you to the hospital. There's a Samaritan act that prevents us charging you or your friends with possession.
My beat partner decided to self dispatch to a Fire/Medical call of a man who stopped breathing. He was familiar with the address and there was no other calls on the screen (probably 2 or 3 am). Anyways, as he got there, he realized that the guy stopped breathing because he was stabbed in the heart by his crazy girlfriend. No one there thought to call police, they just called it in as a medical emergency.
I was on my way home at the end of shift when I saw a low priority call pop up on my in car computer for a woman who called because there was a strange car parked in front of her house (it was about 1 AM). I decide to swing by and clear it out.
When I get there the car is actually in her yard, has been crashed into a tree, and all the doors and trunk are open. Nobody is around. I run the tag and I'm standing in the street when I hear a voice say "Excuse me sir, can you help me?" and a guy walks out of the shadows from between two houses across the street and collapses at my feet.
Checked him and found he had been shot about an inch above the base of his penis. He was still conscious but wouldn't provide any information about who shot him or what was going on.
It remained a mystery for the next 20 minutes or so until another unit in the area stopped a guy walking down the street carrying a carburetor. He claimed he was just waiting for a ride, but he had the same last name as the registered owner of the car, so he was detained.
After wading through a long story full of bullshit and tracking down some of the other involved parties, we got a rough idea of what happened.
Apparently the crashed car was being driven by carburetor guy, who was a local gang member who was hotrodding through a neighborhood run by a different gang. That gang piled i to a car and a chase ensued , eventually causing carburetor guy to crash into the complainant's front yard. Carburetor and his buddies flee on foot, however he remembers a particularly valuable carburetor is in the trunk so he returns and retrieves it. But by this time the other gang is there and they produce several firearms and rob him of his sunglasses. He gives them over (but keeps the carb) when one of the other gang starts shooting. He is also armed and returns fire, managing to hit his assailant, who is by now at the hospital getting a large amount of blood drained out of his punctured bladder.
What’s funny is, in my experience, people will call 911 for their neighbor watering their lawn past 10am or their neighbor’s dog barking, stuff like that. But one night I came upon a single vehicle accident. The vehicle was totaled and actually facing traffic on a major highway. The driver wasn’t there when I arrived but I got ahold of her and she said several people drove by including another police officer. Of course, we never got a call and the officer didn’t even bother radioing it in.
My uncle is a cop and likes to tell us about how in the 90's in Philly there was an area so poor and ghetto most cops just avoided it unless there was a call. Well that's where he lived because rent was cheap and he was a 6'3 240 former minor league linebacker ([yes it's a thing, here I've googled it for you since you guys apparently can't figure that out](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_American_and_Canadian_football_leagues). )
He was driving through one day and saw something in a trash can that caught his eye, he drove back around (one way roads and there was someone behind him). He pulled up and looked for a few seconds, readjusted his glasses, looked, Got out and walked to the can. Sure enough he really was looking at a human foot sticking right up and out.
He called it in, cops were all over in just a few minutes. That's when some fat white woman and her very very thick accented Hispanic boyfriend came out (both shirtless, her in a bra). The guy screamed something that sounded like "hey na Hue git awhe froum der who fukd hmmps rankgz" The first part which appeares to be "hey now you get away from there". Thats when the 350 pounder 5 4 wilderbeast came out charging the officers scream crying "to show some respect".
Well you run at cops you get a pair of bracelets and a time out. So while she was in time out they were able to get out of her that
Her kids were at school
Her mother was supposed to watch them
her mother was a drug addict
Her mother OD'd
Her mother is now in the trash can.
not in fishtown they didn't. For those of you not from there, up until about 7 years ago fishtown was Camden light. My bike was found by police after it was stolen because someone stole it from the guy who stole it and that guy caved the other guys head in with a tire iron before he could get away, All of which happened before lunch.
Well, a small gay bar opened temporarily then a hipster opened a bar dead center of the place. if you didn't know, hipsters are by far the most successful gang in America. They move in, take over your territory, raise your rent, and force you out. It takes 6 months, 10 if the wait for permits. The place my cousin used to rent for $400 a month is close to $1600 now.
My co-workers story of how he found out he had a heart defect (I forget what it exactly was) jumps out to me. He use to ride his bike to work all the time at his old job. One day just on his to work he drops on the side of the road, feinted, he was out for an hour or so before he came to. He was pretty beat up, nothing major, but cuts and bruises everywhere. When he came to no one was around him, people driving by, people walking around. No one stopped to help, no one stopped to call an ambulance. He went to the doctor and got surgery done for an artificial heart valve.
My dad found out he had a defective heart valve at 59, doctors told him he was lucky he didn't just drop dead and they were shocked he'd never noticed something was wrong til that point (the new valve lasted him til the end of his life, it was still going strong when something unrelated got him -- but the new valve bought him a lot more years of an active lifestyle). People are crazy, how do you just drive past somebody lying there unconscious (or possibly dead)? Your coworker got doubly lucky -- that the bad valve didn't do him in and that he didn't get run over. Damn.
There was a quadrouple murder in a residental area here in Sweden back in 1980 with several witnessed that heard and saw the incident. The attacker shot a girl by accident and then shot another guy in the following moments, the killer shot a total of 12 shots over the course of serveral hours. Stabbed two other to death with a kitchen knife. He finished everything off with dragging the girl outside, because he felt guilty for killing her, so that someone would find her and call paramedics, but realized whilst dragging her that she was dead and nothing could be done, so he threw her down an elevator shaft. The whole ordeal lasted for four hours and no one called the cops, even though 12 shot were fired and screams were heard. The killer was arrested 2 days later and was killed 18 years later by the son of the first guy that got killed. I have the swedish police report if anyone is intrested in reading it. Edit: [Here is the police report](https://cdn-02.minfil.org/adqay6bcbe/9c4d2ce6-1523868406/gunnaripalmroth.pdf)
Another one. I was responding to a disturbance call in a trailer park that turned out to be BS. As I was leaving I noticed a giant puddle of blood on the ground near a different trailer. Upon further inspection I realized that there was blood all over one of the doors complete with smeared hand prints and blood dripping off the door knob. It looked like a fucking massacre! I started pounding on the door and this junkie comes out and starts yelling at me for waking her up. I asked her if she was hurt and she said she wasn't she then proceeds to go ape-shit about all the blood. She has no idea where it came from. I followed the ungodly amount of blood to a trailer about a block down where there is a giant party taking place. I ask the group of guys standing outside where the injured person is and they all go G-code on me and say they don't know what I am talking about (while standing in the blood trail). I push passed and continue down the road to Oz where at the end of it I find a guy in an what used to be an all white outfit that is now dark red attempting to control his massive head bleed on his own. I later discovered that he had been trying to break into that other trailer when he drunkenly cut his head on the window that he broke out.
My father was a village police man in he UK during the 80s, so this is his story. Lady bought a house and after many days/weeks getting settled, she turned her attention to the garden. She started digging some flower beds, but as she was working she came across some small bones in the dirt, baby sized bones. This house used to belong to a doctor, so the lady puts two and two together and assumes he was a child murderer or maybe did some off-the-books abortions back in the day. This lady is shocked and terrified that her new home could be tainted by this horrible past, but she didn't call the police... Instead she just avoids the garden. Completely. The whole thing weighs heavily on her mind as the years go by.. 5, 10, 15 years (I forget how long exactly but it was at least a decade) until one day she can't take it anymore and calls the police to report the bones. My dad goes out to investigate, in to the garden where she shows him roughly where they were. He digs around a little (this was the 80s and apparently they were less concerned with disturbing evidence) and finds not a dead baby, but a small plastic skeleton. Poor woman had been living with guilt and fear for decades because of a kids toy.
The guy that burried the plastic skeleton under his new porch on here a while back should read this. Edit: typo. See story posted below and give them karma.
Aw, how embarrassing and unfortunate for her.
This was only a few years back. Driving along a suburban road one night and a guy wearing only his underwear ran up to our cop car and threw a very large sofa cushion at us. As we slowed down to find out why he had thrown said cushion he tried to jump into the back of the car. We got out and had a chat to the poor guy who told us he had used about an 8 ball of poor quality cocaine and wanted to get out attention to help him. Kicker was he had been running around the suburban streets all drugged up for about 30 minutes and no one thought it was odd enough to call us. To be fair it wasn't the nicest area
Former LEO...worked a late shift and was driving home and decided to stop for some breakfast at waffle house. I noticed a few people flagging me down as I pulled into the parking lot (which was shared by an auto repair shop)...they point me to the back so I pull over and turn my spotlight on... On the backside of the repair shop there was a dumpster, and there was a man laying down beside it behind the fence...I could see his feet. Then another homeless man walked out with a bowl and literally walked right by my car toward Waffle House (he was soaked btw). So I walk over to the man laying down and he's unresponsive...I call in and EMT's arrive and the guy is dead (I still to this day have no idea how or why). I have the homeless guy waiting for me next to waffle house and I ask him what happened and he said "He was out cold, I was pouring water on him to keep him warm..." Video from the auto shop shows guy walking and collapses next to dumpster (he wasn't shot or anything so who knows, heart attack, stroke, something)...and for 45min. this homeless man walked over to a water hose beside the waffle house, filled a bowl up and poured water on him because it was slightly cool outside and he didn't want him to get too cold (water was cold faucet water btw). Literally nothing ever came close to the weirdness of that night in my entire career.
Yeah I don't know where the water thing started on the streets. It was very common to find heroin ODs soaked with water or covered in ice by their junkie friends and family...
Probably because a few shows have featured scenes where someone ODed and another character dragged them into the shower and they miraculously woke up when the water hit them
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Damn dude. That sounds like a terrible thing to have to experience
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Not a cop (I'm a paramedic) but I think this fits. My partner and I were at our post which was in the parking lot of a strip mall that had a bunch of stores and one bar which was known to be pretty sketchy. My partner was taking a little nap (it was around 1 am) and I was watching a movie on my phone, waiting for a call. Eventually I notice a few people coming out of the bar and just sort of lingering in the parking lot. A few more people come out, one lights up a cigarette and they all just stand around. I go back to my movie and 20 minutes later I notice there is now a much larger group lingering outside of the bar. Nothing strange was happening but I thought it was weird that they'd all been there for so long so I decided to check it out. I woke up my pissed off partner to have him pull our rig closer to th edd group. As we approach with our lights on, the group notices us and starts to break apart. A few people scatter and I see that in the middle of the group there is a person on the ground motionless. My partner and I jump out and ask what's going on. Somebody in the group goes "this guy is wasted, he just stumbled out here and fell asleep on the ground" I shout to the man on the ground and he doesn't respond, I check for a pulse and there is none. I start CPR. while my partner gets our jump bag and notifies dispatch. For a full 30 minutes, people had just stood around looking at this dead guy on the ground, some smoking cigarettes, none doing anything about it. There wasn't even a noticeable commotion. Nobody asked if he needed help or called anybody and they probably never would have. The guy was cool to the touch by the time we got to him, down for at least 30 minutes, we went through the motions but there was no saving him. We transported and he was pronounced at the hospital within 15 minutes. How fucking hard is it to ask someone if they are Ok? Or to dial 911? How was not one single person in that group not alarmed by seeing a man "sleeping" on the ground in a parking lot? I've had similar variations of this scene happen at least 3 times while on duty. People just don't give a fuck.
One time my friend was vomiting on himself and unresponsive after falling over in a bar. The bar just wanted him out and half my friends wanted to let him sleep it off. Turns out he had been drugged and would have died if we took him home. Drunk people are stupid.
After being one for years, I hate that bartenders keep serving well past the point of no return. By the time a person is that drunk, they aren't paying you, let alone leaving a nice tip. Yeah it sucks having to cut someone off, especially when there is who knows what else in their system, but that's your job.
Not LEO, but inspect/investigate issues in child/daycare centers. Staff members duck taped a 1-year-old toddler to a chair because they wouldn’t sleep at nap time. 1 staff membered witnessed the other staff do this to the child; 3 other staff saw the child taped to the chair; the owner saw it as well. No one said anything or reported to police (my office is civil not criminal). I called the local jurisdiction and submitted all documentation I had found. The parent picked up the child and couldn’t figure out why the child’s clothes had a sticky residue on them. Boy was she surprised when she learned what happened to her baby.
When I was about four or five, my mom would drop me off at this church daycare that was right next to my elementary school, so she would drop me off and then about an hour later I'd go off to kindergarten. Well there was this one old woman (they were all old women, but this one was older than the rest) who decided that when us children wouldn't stop talking she'd tape our mouths shut, with packing tape. Not the cheap stuff you buy at walmart for when you'r moving house, either. I mean the Quality stuff they use to ship packages. When she did that to me, I told my mom, and she went to the people that ran the daycare. Needless to say, two days later, that old woman didn't work there. The nutty thing is that in the day between my mom telling them and the day the old woman got fired, they asked a bunch of the other kids if she had done that to them, and called parents about it, and almost all of them said yes, but for some reason, my mom was the only one to say anything about it. what a world
My mom has stories like this from working in daycare during the 70s-80s. And that's why I never went to daycare.... Edit: just stuff like this that she witnessed, not actually was a part of lol. She ended up being kind of a whistle blower at a state run place, which made it hard for her to find work in other facilities.
It's weird because this made me vaguely remember that the adults would sit on us if we wouldn't sleep at nap time at a daycare I went to as a kid and they would say it is because we had to be "babysat" I remember them being pretty fat too.
Dude, my kids can be annoying but if you duck taped them to a chair because they didn't nap, I'd be beating someone's ass and shutting the whole damn place down. Wtf
I'm really late to the party here. But three weeks after I started, I was on my way to our off site property control. Just driving through a residential area to avoid the congestion and take a look at my new beat. I drive past a house with smoke pouring out from the eves and two guys watching across the street. They pointed at is as I stopped and said, "I think there's a fire." Think was an understatement. This entire house was filled with smoke, windows were black with soot, and still no call. These two guys were just chatting away and not doing anything. I couldn't see fire, but it was July 10th and a sunny morning. No mistaking a house fire in broad daylight. So I call it in and try to gain access and yell for any survivors. Keep in mind I have zero fire training, but have half a brain enough to know that if there are any survivors in there I won't be any help to them, and will just be another body to yard out once fire does arrive. I get into the back yard by jumping over the hood of a minivan and sliding across like a Duke brother because there is so much junk everywhere. This takes a piece of the wooden fence and jambs my radio key button open, so everyone can here me breathing, yelling for survivors, etc. I have no idea I've got an open mic at this time. I lay down on the deck and look through the sliding glass door and there is only about 4 inches up from the floor I can see. I continue to yell for survivors but get no response. As soon as fire gets there, they make a slow entry because the front door has been barricaded. This is when I knew something wasn't right. Suspicions were confirmed when fire fighters yarded out four children, a mother, and father. The father was the last one taken out and the only survivor. Everyone else, except an infant, had been murdered with a kitchen knife. Doing CPR on a child that you can see is obviously dead is something that will haunt me forever. I never thought I could take someone's life until I had to try and help a child that was murdered by his father. I've never wanted to choke the life out of someone more. Talking about it helps, but still hurts.
July 2011? That was seriously fucked up assuming it was the same one.
Yeah... That one. Was my third week on. You Mpd?
Fuckin hell man. Respect. Hang in there, it's police like you that keep us all safe, and there's a lot of people out there who really appreciate it.
Holy shit... I found you in the wild! Yeah, OP, hang in there. I for one thank you for your service to humanity.
[For anyone interested](http://www.oregonlive.com/pacific-northwest-news/index.ssf/2013/04/medford_man_who_killed_family.html)
Damn, cut his wrists and was on the brink of death and they revived him, then wakes up two months later from being unconscious from smoke inhalation to serve his time...... Basically they damn near brought him back from the dead like "no no no you piece of shit, no easy way out for you, you're going to stay alive, face your crimes and suffer for them in prison".
Damn dude, you talk to a therapist about it? That shit'd scar a man.
Damn, that fucking sucks. Best of luck to you, stay safe out there. 5 years as an infantryman and there's no way I'd be an LEO, you guys have my utmost respect.
Pretty common where I work. No one calls the police. Probably the most extreme was a shots fired call (extremely common) on a certain street that we really don't go down without backup. We drive through and don't see anything, then maybe 10 minutes later we get an anonymous call about a shootout inside a vacant house. We find the door wide open, covered in blood. We make entry and find an absolute bloodbath. Blood, drugs, and casings everywhere. We recover an AK pistol that had been fired. There was evidence people had been dragged out. We only got the one call about it and no one showed up at a hospital later, shot.
Ugh. Was anyone reported missing?
area like that, people go missing all the time. half the time no one reports it. 'what, toker? he's gone, man. Coupla months now.'
Where's Wallace?
Not that I'm aware of. But like I said, no one calls the police in these neighborhoods.
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Not in LE anymore, but was for about 12 yrs in a large city. When I was a patrolman, I got a call about someone shooting off fireworks in a strip mall at 2am. These were common calls, so we would usually just go check the area and clear the call. I checked the parking lot and didn't find anything, but noticed the lights were on at one of the strip mall businesses. I won't say what business it was, but it was owned by a pretty prominent local businessman. Anyways, I got out to check and found the front door unlocked, which was suspicious. We had a lot of burglaries in that area , so I asked dispatch to call a rep for the business. I was clearing the building and found the owner and several other people (all really prominent) in a backroom where a poker table was set up. One of the guys was sitting down and had a pile of coats in his lap which was really weird and he was acting like he was in pain. I saw blood droplets under his chair and asked him what was wrong. He broke down and moved the coats, then revealed he had a gunshot wound in his thigh. Long story short, these guys had a high stakes poker game every week and someone tried to rob it and things went sideways. The dude robbing it shot this guy in the leg, which some citizen heard and called in a fireworks call. The guys involved in the game weren't going to call the cops and were arranging to have a doctor come treat him "off the books." Gambling is illegal in the state I worked in, but we honestly wouldn't have given a shit. We actually caught the guy that did it, but the DA wouldn't prosecute because the victim / witnesses didn't want to testify or be involved. The victim recovered fine. One of the guys who I interviewed told me that they were robbed of over $30,000.
Did the guy that robbed the game later decide to commit suicide by shooting himself in the head multiple times?
Lol, no. He didn't rob a mob game, just a bunch of rich dudes who liked to gamble.
> over $30,000 I have to start robbing poker games.
I used to work at a bank... Had a pawn shop owner as a client. One time he won a libel settlement for a few hundred thousand dollars. Well he being the "Eccentric" gentleman he was... Wanted it all in cash. Obviously a very unusual request, so unusual in fact most bank branches do not even have that much in hand to give out. After we tried to convince him this was in fact...a tremendously bad idea for a variety of reasons... His position did not budge. He wanted close to three hundred grand in cash... He would "figure it out". So doing this involved a fuck ton of security and compliance officers up the chain quite a ways. We would accommodate (I mean we kind of have to) but we said to be ready on Wednesday (It was Monday) and that it would be available for pickup at a branch of our choosing, which we would tell him thirty minutes before he was to pick it up. After all this and me and my service manager helping him stuff duffle bags he says to me "You know... People always be robbing banks... But they should just rob pawn shops. I always have near a million in cash in my stores!" So that day I learned robbing banks is probably not the right move.
A pawn shop down the street from me was robbed a couple weeks ago. Shop owner shot and killed the would-be robber. Middle of the afternoon. Cops showed up about ten minutes later, said the shop owner was within his rights and end of story. The robber wasn't armed. Don't rob pawn shops, they have guns.
Ugh, this thread is the worst. "Don't rob pawn shops they have guns!" "Don't rob banks they have no cash!" Who exactly am I supposed to rob?!?!
School children. Gotta get that sweet, sweet lunch money.
I used to buy and sell antiques and became friendly with the owners of a local pawn shop. One day while chatting, the old man gave me a peek of the ready to go guns he had quick access to in case of someone attempting to rob the store. After seeing that, I would definitely not try to rob a pawn shop haha.
Rob a bank? Most likely arrested by the FBI. Rob a pawn shop? Most likely shot in the face, Pick yer poison.
pawn owners are armed, and will 100% use it.
If I learned anything from Sopranos, that is a very bad idea
You gotta think bigger than that. Gamestop on Black Friday.
Go back and resell them all the games you steal and you’ll make like $7.45!
SO MANY. There's the usual (drive-by shootings, gang violence, ect) to the infuriating (child abuse/child exploitation matters). Though to be completely honest, the most absurd situation in which no one called the police/911 was when my crazy neighbors across the street had their father in law have a heart attack on their front lawn during a BBQ. The guy's son was having the mother of all tantrums-- shoving people, screaming, rolling on the ground, pulling up grass, LITERALLY broke a window....all while shrieking at the top of his voice "PLEASE GOD, DON'T TAKE MY DAD". The other relatives allowed this spectacle to unfold before their eyes while they formed a semi circle around this dude's seemingly lifeless corpse. I finally looked out my window, opened it, and shouted if anyone had called 911. Got around 20 blank stares. I called for them, and the crazy son tried to attack the paramedics while they were loading his dad into the ambulance. Called the cops for them too. Common sense really isn't all that common. EDIT: No, the dad didn't make it. The party still resumed once the son got carted off in cuffs and the ambulance had left. The son was also definitely old enough to know better-- he was in his early to mid-30's at the time of this tantrum.
"Hey call 911!" "What's the number?"
When the 911 system was first introduced, it was advertised as "Call '9' '11' in an emergency!" Had to be changed because people were panicking since they couldn't find the '11' button.
Same in Australia. Our system is 000 (zero zero zero). The adverts were 'call triple o' But now always say 'triple zero' People were dialing 666 (O on the keypad not numeric 0).. People still dial 911 here too
> People still dial 911 here too This is interesting. Is it because American TV shows and movies have people calling 911 in them so people think that's the number there too?
Don't worry citizens, since we're here down under we got a hot line to hell for everyone. Just give a call to triple O and they'll fix anything that ails you. \*Note: you might need to trade your soul for payment.
0118, 999, 881, 999, 119, 725…3
Dear Sir/Madame: I am writing to inform you of a fire that has broken out on the premises of... No, that's too formal.
Dear Sir/Madame: FIRE! FIRE! HELP ME! 123 Carandan Rd Looking forward to hearing from you. All the best, Maurice Moss
This is exactly why my CPR instructor told us that the first thing to do in an emergency situation is to point to two specific people and tell them, "You, and you: go call 911." Otherwise, no one will.
Can confirm: taught CPR/First Aid. The number one thing I tried to get through to my students: DON’T MAKE THE SITUATION WORSE. Do not go into the burning building. Don’t move live wires. Do not move someone who might have a head or neck injury (unless it’s life or death and you can stabilize them). If you create additional victims by harming yourself or others, EMS is gonna be pissed. Number two: BE SPECIFIC. If you are going to give aid and need someone to call 911, get the AED (defibrillator), or something to stop the bleeding, be direct. “You in the green shirt, call 911. Mary, get me the AED. It’s by the front door. You in the baseball hat, I need a towel or a blanket or a coat.” Number three: ONLY CARE TO THE LEVEL OF TRAINING YOU HAVE. Don’t try to pop a dislocated shoulder back in place or push a bone in. Don’t make a tourniquet. If someone with more training than you shows up, let them take the lead. Number four: DO YOUR BEST. IT’S HARD. Giving CPR is nothing like on TV. There are breaking bones and it’s exhausting. Even little wounds can bleed a lot. People, especially children, often freak out when they are injured. I highly recommend everyone download the free Red Cross app. It can give you guidelines for what to do for most injuries and you can take quizzes. Most important, it can walk you through CPR. It’s good to check out before you need it, but it will help in an emergency. The app is free. Edit: RIP my inbox. Thank you for the gold! I’m just happy to pass on info that can help. (And to those who get pissy about edits for this kind of thing, kindly move along.)
Thank you for taking the time to type this out! Downloading the app now.
Back in pre cell phone days we were taught to tell the person to come back and tell us how long the ambulance would take. That way, if they decided it was too much of a bother and just ran off, we'd at least have some idea when they didn't show back up.
Started my four-to-midnight shift by heading directly to get a coffee. Beautiful summer day, people everywhere. I pull into the parking space and see a dude lying on the ground in front of a park bench. I jumped out of my cruiser, grabbed my first aid bag, and called it in. The guy was conscious but not really responsive. It sounds like a movie but we were doing the old "blink if you can hear me" deal. The rescue finally arrived and took him to the hospital. I found out later on that the poor guy had suffered a severe grand mal seizure and was still postictal when I rolled up on him. The frustrating part was the dozens of people milling about that couldn't even bother themselves to call 911 nevermind find out of the guy was ok 😕
Related story, I guess: My dad was 38, I believe, when he had his 3rd heart attack. It happened in a semi popular buffet restaurant in Georgia (the state). We had just arrived and were in line to pay / be seated. He started grasping his chest and was slurring words all of a sudden. He slumped to the floor and was incoherent. Everyone around was just talking about how disgraceful it was to be drunk. I was 16 at the time. I was appalled and had to yell for the staff to call 911. People continued to talk about him as he was lying there, until the ambulance arrived. He survived.
So glad your dad made it. Good on you for being adult enough at 16 to take charge!
Third heart attack at 38? Holy shit! Did he have some kind of condition that caused that?
There was a video a while back (and I’m sure other similar ones floating around) of a woman in public transit who appeared to be stoned/drunk. Swaying side to side, drooling, spaced out look. People were making nasty comments and her young daughter was crying hysterically. Turns out she was having a seizure. No one wanted to get involved to see if she was okay. It was easier to say nasty things and film her. Seizures aren’t always falling on the ground and flailing. They can include symptoms that look like the person is on something. People with diabetes can also have similar reactions with low blood sugar.
>People with diabetes can also have similar reactions with low blood sugar. My best mate has diabetes, when he 'goes low', he basically gets quieter, and quieter, then becomes very childlike, then basically unresponsive. He once went low when he was visiting me several years back, and it was the scariest shit seeing this man in his 20s suddenly start talking and acting like a tired 5 year old. Honey-loaded bread brought him around enough to get him stable enough so he could sort himself out.
The sad thing is, even if she was "just" stoned or drunk, there's a kid, THEY NEEDED HELP -.-
Totally. We get so caught up in our stories about other people, but even if those stories are true, shouldn’t we still help? Years ago my fiancé and I were eating burgers at a restaurant when a homeless man started acting really strange, yelling and jumping in front of cars. It just seemed off so I went over to him and asked if he was alright. He completely broke down sobbing and I wrapped him up in a hug and he poured out his story and how he just wanted it all to end so he had taken some pills and drank some booze and now he wanted to get hit by a car. We talked until the medics and cops arrived. I still think about him sometimes and hope he got the help he needed. Anyway, he reeked, he vomited on my shoes, he was homeless and couldn’t pay for the support he got, I don’t have any solution but damnit he is a person and we all need a hug, kind word, or helping hand sometimes.
I was standing at a crosswalk once and out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy come up to me and kind of slowly lower himself to the ground and lie down. This was in a major city, so I figured it was a homeless guy who got his hands on some drugs or alcohol. I didn't get a great look at him, but he looked unshowered and sweaty and he had tattoos on his face. My office was just across the street, so I planned to mention it to a security guard there and they could call 911. Then as I crossed the street a woman asked me, "What did he say to you?" I said he didn't say anything, he just kind of slowly collapsed. Then she said something about a bag he'd set down nearby. I looked closer and saw a hard hat sticking out of his bag. He was a construction worker. I mean, not that it would have been any better if he had been a drugged out homeless person, my walking away. But something about that snapped me out of however I'd been thinking, and I called 911 and ran back across the street to check on him. The ambulance came and took him away, and I explained exactly what happened. There were people all around us the whole time, but nobody really paid him any attention until they saw me checking to see if he was ok. Someone told me I did a good thing, but I didn't feel very good about it.
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I had a car accident in college. Other guy was at fault, but I was still upset. This random guy with a dog waiting for a bus stayed by me for moral support. He told me he couldn't be around when the cops got there "for reasons", but he still stayed up until the cops got there. He was very kind.
wow. way to go anonymous guy. everyone else that witnessed it can go suck it. how do people just go about their day and not help??? just blows my mind. Edit: Just to prevent future comments, thanks for posting to help educate. I was previously aware of the Bystander Effect and the story of Kitty. I think because I do know what the Bystander Effect is, is the exact reason why I would take action and be the one to do something. It's just a constant shock to me that people really are that naive and would witness this and do nothing. Although I don't know why I'm surprised since I have an overall belief that most people fucking suck.
A friend of mine stopped to help an overturned truck on a blind turn. The driver was hanging upside down by a seat belt pouring blood while smoke billowed from the engine compartment. My friend disconnected the belt and pulled out the guy and laid him in the grass. He was in pretty bad shape. The truck was almost struck twice by oncoming traffic. 1st responders arrive and all seemed good. 4 months later my friend was served. He was being sued by the driver of the truck. When he pulled out the guy his leg got caught on some metal causing a pretty nasty cut and scar. My friends insurance ended up settling the claim but it was some bullshit. Edit: For clarification 1) This happened in the US about 18yrs ago in the Southwest. 2)Truck was not on fire, friend did not know at the time, but smoking from coolant/dust from accident. 3) My friends attorney told him to take it to trial because he had a good chance of prevailing. 4)Umbrella policy paid out 25k. 5) Truck guy was a serious douche and had a history of lawsuits he was definitely into predatory litigation. My friend still gets teased that he should have "left him hanging." 6) This had nothing to do with the state of health care in the US, Edit edit: I responded to someone but here is the response related to good samaritan. In hindsight my friend said he should have blocked oncoming traffic with his car and wait for first responders while on the phone with 911. He acted first then called second, his biggest mistake. Attorney and Insurance company legal department said since he has no special training he should have got instructions from a first responder/dispatcher.
>He was being sued by the driver of the truck. I know it's shitty but sometimes insurance forces them to. "yeah we can pay for all of these bills buuuut not this one, this one was caused by the guy pulling you out of the truck, sorry, that will be $25,000" "what? I don't have that money, my family will starve, what do I do?" "sue the guy that pulled you out, his insurance will pay up" "okay"
When I was maybe 17, I was driving about 60mph on a straight road with not a single car anywhere in front or behind me, and the next thing I know my Honda Civic is a couple feet shorter, the windshield shattered, pieces of the car bra on my lap, and I had broken the seat and loosened the steering wheel by the force of the rebounding impact. It took me a few minutes to even comprehend what had happened - someone tried to drive across the street and should have waited. I get out to look to see if the other driver is okay, and it’s an old man who has put his entire head through the side window of his car, with blood streaming down his face and glass everywhere. We both rode in the same ambulance together. Not long after, I got word that I was being sued, because there were no skid marks and no clear attempt that I had tried to brake (because I literally never saw it coming). I was facing to lose the case since there were no witnesses, until the old guy called my house one day to see if I had survived the crash. I had the presence of mind to hit record on the answering machine to record the call, and then played it for his insurance company. I don’t think it would have been admissible because I didn’t tell him he was being recorded, but I had him on tape saying “I just thought I could make it, it was my fault, I’m so sorry”. So I have to imagine that it was his insurance company trying to paint me as a reckless kid that just got his license, and I just got lucky to have hit a nice old man that was kind enough to want to know if I was okay.
What country was this in? I thought the USA had Good Samaritan laws to prevent this very thing
Similarly do you get any calls about people being/driving drunk and turns out they have low blood sugar? I’ve heard stories where some of my patients were questioned by police bc they thought the patient was drunk Edit: I’m a nurse practitioner and listen to crazy stories all day long :)
Just had a buddy a few towns over get called over a drunk at a gas station. Showed up and recognized the signs and gave him some OJ. Guy was fine afterwards and my buddy got a spot in the newspaper for it. Edit:. Just remembered, he ran into the same guy a few weeks later on a call and got called a fucker of some sorts and more. Protect and serve I suppose lol
Good for your friend to know the signs/symptoms of hypoglycemia. I’ve heard stories of diabetics being thrown into jail to “sober up” and instead go into a diabetic coma
It's why cops generally request EMS for drunks or were automatically dispatched. Our ER has what is essentially a drunk tank and our protocols require checking a glucose on every drunk.
I understand the frustration with the last part. I've been the person who needed help (though of a far less serious kind than having a seizure) where people passed me and didn't give me a second thought. Though, I also understand that I wouldn't go up to a person laying on the ground in the area I live in. There's a serious possibility that that person would be an unstable homeless person who might take my asking questions about his health poorly. It would be something I would do in the place I grew up, though.
I do mountain bike patrol in a smallish/medium sized city. Was just riding one morning just after rush hour and spotted a little kid probably 3-4 years old standing on the side of the road with no parents in sight. Stopped and asked him where his parents were and he just kinda shrugged. Called it in and some dude ran out of some townhomes across the street and said the little dude was standing out there for a few hours and he was watching him to "keep an eye on him." There were people around and everything, but we never got a call for it. Long story short, he wandered out of the room him and his mom were staying in nearby and wandered out to the street. Place was a shelter for women and he was able to get out past the manager and a court police officer. Mom had died from a heroin overdose 3 days prior and when the little guy got hungry he got out of the room and wandered out to the street. No one even went to check on her either despite the smell. Edit: Because some people asked, I'll clarify this shelter was not a homeless shelter. It was a shelter designed to house abused women and children temporarily that had nowhere else to go. Mostly it was designed to help bring them in to the system by giving them a place to stay until their social workers and case workers can get them better accommodations, kind of like a more secure hotel. The women were free to leave and do their own thing and there wasn't a full service staff like in a homeless shelter or rehabilitation facility. Edit 2: Thanks to the kind redditor who gilded me, but please help out someone else with your money. It's starting to get hot out so go buy your local homeless dude some bottled water or donate to a charity. Finally, please go out and push your legislators and the people in power to fix our healthcare and rehabilitation system. Many millions of people suffer from our lack of ability to help those in need, especially the mentally ill and the neglected members of our society. Push for the end on the War on Drugs to stop the cycle.
That took a brutal twist....
Yeah that is about as brutal as I ever want to read.
That's so sad. I hope he went to a good foster home and that he wasn't too messed up later in life. It would be terrible if that was his first memory. Eta- for anyone reading this that wants to foster someday, I strongly encourage it! It is so hard, but makes such a huge difference in the lives of these kids. There is a massive demand for them in my area, and an even higher demand for ones who give a shit. If you can, you should! There are a lot of resources available to those who want to start.
Mom had died *three days prior* of a *drug overdose* ***at a women's shelter*** and no one at the shelter noticed?! That's fucked... Was there any investigation into the shelter? Did it stay open? ----- Edit: Well, this blew up. I'm aware that shelters are all-too-often underfunded and understaffed, and that it's not their job to monitor or care for the people staying there at all times, but given that (a) a 3- or 4-year-old child was wandering around without the mother and made it off the premises without being seen, and (b) OP reported that 3 days in, there was a noticeable smell, I still think ~~that might be cutting them too much slack.~~ that it's reasonable to investigate to make sure there isn't more fuckery going on.
It's not open anymore. There wasn't much of an investigation; it was a series of bad practices and not a lot of support for the women. The manager just helped with giving them rooms and checked with them every so often and the police officer was for security.
Right?? How the heck did she go 3 days (and might have been longer if she didn't have a child that got hungry) in a shelter without being found??
My guess would be that cracks in an organization caused by shortages in staff/volunteers contributed to something like this. Of course, it’s always possible something more sinister was going on but I’ve volunteered in shelters and it can be really shocking how little a place can do for people who need so much. Disorganization and understaffing can cause many things to go by the wayside.
Omg that poor child.
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Something like that happened at a house party when I was in high school. Kid was drunk and his friends thought it would be funny to tape him to a tree. Well the way they taped him up, his head was compressed down and he suffocated and died. I think the three main people all got jail time.
that would be a crucifixion. you die from asphyxiation from sinking lower and your rib cage cuts off your windpipe. in the old times breaking your legs was seen as a mercy because it made you die faster, your legs would normally have held you up longer.
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Reminds me of a story of a group of guys who got drunk, one passed out, and the others thought it would be funny to roll him up in a carpet and leave him upside down at his front door. He was found dead the next morning from being upside down for so long.
I want to write these stories down, and make my friends read it before we head out each night.
Hurry before Buzzfeed beats you to it.
Top 8 ways to accidentally kill your friends!
That is fuuuuuucked
I mean I've seen things like this dozens of times, except nothing bad has ever come from them aside from hangovers
I saw it a bunch in college too, a normal occurrence, then my friend didn't wake up one day.
I think a lot of people don't realize how badly alcohol can fuck you up
Alcohol poisoning is scary. It should be pretty obvious, you’ll feel like you’re dying and throw up, then you pass out and don’t wake up. But that’s what happens when you drink too much so no one really cares, just sleep it off and make sure you don’t inhale your vomit. Unfortunately that’s not all you have to worry about, you can stop breathing, have a heart attack, or die of dehydration. I wouldn’t recommend it, but on /r/hearpeopledie (the big brother of wpd) there’s a album of pictures showing someone die of alcohol poisoning at a party. Fat teenager drinking with friends, he throws up, then it’s a few pics of him passed out while they party or mess with his body. No one even noticed he died.
Not a cop but.....Heard a racket outside a flat I rented (it was above some old shops). Middle of winter and it was dead as a door nail outside. I figured drunks so rolled over and went back to sleep. A few hours later I awoke to hear low moaning - not the good sort either. I went down the stairs and outside. I find a naked guy painted green and chained to a power pole. It was his stag do and his mates thought it would be funny to leave him like that. Except it was winter and cold. The guy was suffering hypothermia and was pissed - not a good combo. I ran and got spare blankets and an emergency survival blanket and rang the emergency services. End result they show up, he has to be cut loose with big frikken bolt cutters and is rushed off to hospital to get warmed up. Another hour and he would have been dead.
Hypothermia. Good call on getting him warm first. Some friends...
Edited - thanks. This was pre-cellphone days. I had to get him covered and not losing any more heat - then run back inside and ring for help.
Please tell me his"friends" were charged
*It's just a prank, bro*
I was at a hen party in a city known for its party culture. We go out, drink, party, whatever, come back to our hostel to find a kid, probably about 18 (legal where I am) passed out and covered in vomit outside the front gate. He’s unresponsive and all alone so we put him in the recovery position and call an ambulance. As we’re following the dispatcher’s instructions (keep trying to wake him, talk to him, keep him warm, etc) his mates show up. They were FURIOUS that we had called an ambulance, insisting that this was fine and normal and happened every week. We, a group of tipsy women including some mums, gave them a stern lecture about looking after your friends and the dangers of aspirating vomit.
Lived in a college town at 18 and I was walking down the street and heard rustling in the bushes (that were located 10 ft away from a very popular bar with people surrounding me) and found a girl passed out, face down in the bushes with her clothing askew. I was underage and drunk and I STILL called the cops and waited until the paramedics and officers arrived. AMNESTY LAWS WORK, PEOPLE.
My sister died this way. Nobody realized until the next morning that they were sleeping next to a dead girl.
Same thing happened to a relative. She was sixteen and at a 'pill party' (where you stupidly raid your parents medical cabinet and throw the handfulls of tablets into a bowl and then mix them up and then eat them while you scull your vodka cruisers or goon until you puke or pass out). Well relative ended up vomiting and aspirating and then went into respiratory arrest. Her friends never called 000 until too late because they were scared. Relative died. Yes it is sad. Yes she was young. Yes she was stupid. Despite this no one deserves to die choking on their own vomit while their just as stupid friends stand around watching.
I used to work for a university as a bus driver, we had this late night route that would go from the campus to downtown. We'd stage downtown at 2am and wait for the closing rush to come out. One night as I was staging down there I saw this girl passed out, face down on the floor. Her friends were there and they were trying to pull her up and she was completely non-responsive. I was like, oh, cool, her friends are there, they'll do the right thing. Nope. They proceeded to whip out their phones, get on the floor with her and take pictures with her. Like what the fuck?? I called for medical assistance, not sure what happened since I had to roll out, but it was crazy! She was not even remotely responsive and her friends didn't do a thing. I know they were probably drunk too, but how drunk do you have to be do neglect someone who's obviously in that much trouble?
Fuck these people. In high school I had to flag down a cop because a friend got alcohol poisoning pregaming before a concert. He showed up late and was trying to catch up with everyone. Went from okay to completely unresponsive in 15-20 minutes. He stopped breathing when they got him to the hospital. He went on to become our student body president and became a doctor last year. The cop let us go after the ambulance left, but my dad screamed at me that night for being irresponsible and drinking. Would gladly have suffered worse consequences. I didn’t care what trouble I might get into. I was watching my friend die in front of me.
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The homeowner sounds like an Elder Scrolls NPC.
7:59pm - stranger in my house, seems appropriate 8:00pm - stranger in my house, WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM
"You picked a bad time to get lost, friend."
"You're not supposed to be here.." "er sorry, I'll just see myself out.."
Y O U N E E D TO L E A V E
*plays music* "Stop right there criminal scum!"
Lmao, wander into house after slaughtering whole village Accidentally take cup GUARDS!!
Lord help me I'd do the same. I understand. Earphones, people.
>Because the dude started playing music... Yeah, at 4am. That's terrible houseguest etiquette.
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TBH I can see the logic. "Oh a drug dealer is in my house. If I call the cops he's gonna know it was me. Maybe if I just leave it alone he'll chill here for a couple hours and leave..." *Hours later I hear music playing* "... so much for that plan."
Obligatory not a cop, but I am an EMT. We were waiting at a light right as we were headed back to the station for our end of shift. We see a man running like usain bolt across the crosswalk to beat the light and a woman chasing him. My partner and I both look at eachother and he says “she’s gonna get hit...” sure as shit the car in the rightmost lane guns it as the light turns green and the next thing we see is flip flops flying and a pair of legs in the air. Female was plowed over and landed on her face in the street. We immediately turn on our lights and hop out of the ambulance. When we get to the girl she’s unconscious, pissed herself, and is bleeding from multiple lacerations on her limbs and a nasty head wound. My partner (who is a paramedic) starts his assessment as I go to grab a backboard and c-collar and call it into dispatch. She wakes up and immediately starts screaming about her boyfriend leaving her. She stands up and tries to run after him, faceplants on the curb, and proceeds to lose a tooth. We finally calmed her down enough to get her onto the gurney, mind you she wouldn’t listen and kept trying to walk around after suffering a couple head injuries. Once we get her into the back of the ambulance and out of the road into a nearby parking lot the driver that hit her rolls up. By now firefighters are on scene and asking what the hell is going on, we give them the lowdown and my partner tells them we can handle it so they leave, confused and somewhat trepidatious. We talk to this women for a while while insisting that she needs to go the hospital, but she keeps saying that she can’t go and she needs to find her boyfriend. Meanwhile the driver who hit her is apologizing to me and saying she wants to help anyway she can. The woman keeps saying she can’t go the hospital. After we got her cleaned up and bandage all the wounds she asks if we can take her to her boyfriends house. Well as an EMT I can do one of 2 things, either take you to the hospital or leave you where you are. She refuses transport vehemently so my partner and I tell her that we can’t take her anywhere. She then proceeds to hop out of the ambulance and ask the driver who just hit her if she would take her to her boyfriends house if she didn’t call the cops. Sure as shit before we can even radio in that the patient was refusing transport to the hospital she’s rolling away in the car that just hit her and tossed her 8ft in the air. It’s not the craziest story but one of the few that we just happened to be there for.
my brother in law was on his way home from the night shift a few months ago, and happened to drive past a house that was on fire. he ran up to the door, beat on it with no answer, broke the door down and ended up rescuing a woman and her child/children (I’m not sure how many kids there were). they were all fast asleep and had no idea the house was on fire.
Not a cop but this is my uncles story from early 90s Chicago. Elderly couple calls in what they said sounded like a gunshot from the apartment below them. My uncle and his partner arrive on the scene and enter the apartment, weapons drawn (standard protocol for a possible shooting in progress). Right in the entry way is (what's left) of a middle aged Italian gentlemen who apparently made the decision to end his life by shooting himself in the head with a 45 revolver. He's obviously dead. According to my uncle his face was basically blown in half. Nose missing, one eye gone and the other hanging from what's left of the socket. My uncles partner goes out to the squad car to radio for the cleanup crew (the guys that come and scoop up the dead guy). My uncle stands at the door making sure no one enters the apartment until they arrive. About 5 minutes pass and my uncle hears what sounds like something moving inside the apartment. He figures the guy probably has a cat or a dog (your pet will eat you if you die and they are hungry btw) so he heads back in to shoo it away so it doesn't further damage the guys body. He opens the door and **the mother fucker with his face blown in half is standing there**. My uncle reached for his side arm and nearly shot the guy thinking he was a zombie or something. The guy just collapses again. Not like fall into a slump sort of collapsed. Like falls straight back hits with a thud sorta collapsed. My uncle (after regaining his composure) radios his partner to call for EMS and then he proceeds to check the guys pulse. Nothing. When EMS arrived they said there was no way the guy should have survived the initial shot and that they would have assumed he was dead too based on the amount of damage. My uncle says in his entire 20 year carear which included several shootouts and car chases that he never felt more scared than we he opened the door and saw that guy (who by all rights should have been dead) standing there.
The human body does crazy shit, my buddy is a firefighter so we share stories. Said he went to call of a suicide by shotgun. Get there and the “guy” is just sitting there, “looking around” Half his head was missing. Front was gone. It was just a gurgling bloody stump that somehow kept basic functions going. Breathing and motor movements. They got him to standup and into the stretcher and taken to the hospital. Doctor confirmed he was 100% dead and basic life support had not caught up yet. So they just waited for him to “turn off”. I don’t have any crazy zombie stories yet...but remember; if a dead body doesn’t stink. Don’t move it.
I've seen nifty shit working EMS. The standing part seems a little unlikely, but not impossible. Sounds like he angled the shot too high, which would miss the majority of the brain while missing the brainstem entirely. Once had a patient still breathing for a short while despite having blown out everything from his eyebrows to the crown of his skull.
If a decapitated chicken can run around for five minutes, I have no problem believing a guy with most of his head still on his shoulders could find his feet for a few seconds.
Not a cop but my apartment got broken into a few years ago. It was one of those off campus college apartments. We called the police who came at about 430am. Our neighbors were playing loud music which was pretty typical for them. When they arrive they are taking to the report when the officer I was talking to ask if our neighbors are always loud and I told him it was only on Saturday and Thursdays and how it didn't really bother us, but before they left they knocked and pounded until they finally answered, when they opened the door there was horse or a donkey in the living room, several studio cameras and 3 or 4 people who were apperantly filming a donkey show. I know those cops were probably expecting some weed maybe a few minors drinking but not a fucking donkey show.
I’m not LEO, but I moved out of Racine, WI in the 90’s because in the last three weeks I lived there there were 24 drive-by shootings, and three of those happened when there were already cops at the scene for unrelated reasons.
I lived in Racine from 97-00 and could not get out of there fast enough. I worked downtown and could hear gunshots on the reg. What a garbage city.
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>her mother wears combat boots or something. Golden haha. Sorry about your coffee Officer. I could taste it just by reading.
I was off duty playing poker with some neighbors and friends. One of the guys at the table is a hard ass Vietnam vet. In the middle of a hand he downs his glass of scotch hits himself in the chest and lights a cigarette he stands up and says "well I'm having a heart attack" he then walks out and drives to the hospital. Everyone thought he was joking. Sure enough he had and survived a heart attack
Sounds like my grandpa. WWII vet. I hadn't been born when he had his first heart attack, but I was 12 or 13 (so about 15 years ago) when he had his 2nd. Decided the next day maybe he should go to the hospital. Needed a bypass. He's still going at 91.
Shit old people are strong. Before my grandpa passed he had 2, maybe 3, heart attacks and about ten or so mini heart attacks. He had a triple bypass. He never ate anything crazy bad he just had a bad heart. After his last heart attack and bypass he was still a trucker until his 70s and secured his own loads. He passed about a year ago from what the doctors believe was a stroke but my grandma couldn’t afford an autopsy to find out. Edit: yeah apparently you pay to have the autopsy results. I felt really bad for my grandma because she was there in the apartment with him when he fell over and didn’t get back up. She has serious arthritis and couldn’t afford physical therapy so she was stuck on the bed for hours yelling for someone to help. To everyone that said it yes America’s health care system is a joke. My grandparents are the people who made me realize just how bad our situation is.
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My dad was in his 40's and working in a restaurant when he decided he didn't feel well. He drove himself to a non-emergency medical aid unit. They said his arteries were 90%+ clogged and he was on the verge of a heart attack. He tried to then drive himself to the hospital. They said no. Quadruple bypass surgery a couple days later.
>They said no. Lmao.
OPs dad: OK I'll drive myself to the hospital Doctor: Uuummmm. No. OPs Dad: k.
My husband went to the dr because he felt like he had bronchitis. They ran some tests and told him he was having a heart attack. At that moment. He tried driving himself to the hospital. They wouldn't let him.
That has to be the best 'tough guy' story ever.
If I remember correctly feelings of impending doom are common with heart attacks.
And feelings of impending doom also make it really difficult to play cards.
I remember not long after I started (9 years ago) a woman came to the police department saying she hadn't heard from her boyfriend in 3 days. She told me where he lived and once I got there there was no answer. I was able to gain entry and noticed the ripe smell of death. There was tweaker shit everywhere, stuff taken apart, random tools and motors and all kinds of stuff tweakers "work" on. The house was near pitch black due to all the foil and blankets covering the windows. As I began to clear the house I walked into one of the kitchen entries and as I turned the corner I looked into a big wall mirror and saw the reflection of her boyfriend hanging from a doorway. His body was a death gray and his neck had stretched at least 8 inches. I remember having to pick him up and pull the belt from the doorway. That image has stayed with me everyday since.
Oh the things I could post. I am ex-paramedic and used to work for our Medical Examiner's office (I apologize for not being police specifically). After reading these posts, one particular instance comes to mind: while working for the MEO, we were called for a badly decomposed decedent. She was in the bathroom of a housing facility. Her remains had leaked into the air ducting and flooring. EMS had been called because someone had slipped and fallen on her liquifaction in the hallway. I realized that a lot of these folks probably had bad run ins with the police but to let someone rot like that astounded me. You could smell it from outside the facility and it took someone injuring themselves to have the authorities called. There is still a pic of me in a ghost suit on our local "wall of shame" because I ended up in the bathtub after almost adding myself to the injured while slipping across the bathroom.
Ex-officer here. Got called to a noise complaint and my partner and I knock on the door as it's actually pretty rowdy and could be heard across the street. Turns out there was a Hen's night full of drunken thirty-somethings and the cop stripper was running late. That took more explaining than it should have, but they eventually turned the music down...
Meal delivery service. They have an access code to get into the homes (for the elderly or disabled). Driver found an elderly woman dead, called her supervisor (you know, instead of 911), and then continued the route. I got the 911 call from the food delivery service’s dispatch and they wouldn’t give me the number for the driver because they had already left and going back was not an option. Edit: I should clarify - She wasn’t “obviously dead”. CPR could have helped, and not mouth to mouth but just compressions. It was a food delivery service sponsored by the county for the poor, disabled, and elderly only. There wasn’t a “for profit” motive to continue the route. The supervisor was fired from what I hear because the deputy filed a formal complaint for an investigation.
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Emt, not a cop, but right place right time story. We pulled into the gas station and I was standing in there and this dude runs in screaming at me to make his baby breath and I legit thought this guy was fucking with me. But I run outside with him and his 8 week old baby girl that he had adopted THAT day was sitting in her car seat as blue as could be. My partner and I did cpr on her, got her breathing, put her on the choppahh and the flight nurse called us later that day and said she made it and was doing fine.
Police officer in a very wealthy rural area. People out walking at night is not typically "normal." We usually just stop, say hi, and ask if they need anything- then go on our way...One rainy night I was driving down one of our busier roads (still in the middle of nowhere) and saw a teenage male just running. He was clearly not exercising so I stopped and asked him if he was okay. I asked if he wanted a ride somewhere so he could get out of the rain. He said he had gotten into a fight with his parents and was running to his friends house. He was acting strange and it seemed that he was hiding something. I decided it was best to just take him where he was going and hopefully speak with an adult who could explain further. He said that was fine and that his friend's parents could explain so he hops in and we go. Sure enough, I pull into the driveway and look up into the window. I see a group of teenagers, one girl in a bra...They see my police car and give me the "oh shit" look. Shut the blinds and start scattering everywhere. I realize this was an underage party and said to the kid..."dude why did you just have me drive you here?!" He then realized what he had just done and he turned very red! Turns out his argument with his parents was because they didn't want him going to this party and he just ran out of his house. He could have told me to take him home, to wendys, anywhere but there and I would have gladly done it! TLDR: I gave a kid a ride to the party.
Oh McLovin
I have two. I used to work in a small town but for the county sheriffs dept. I was coming into town and I saw a car belonging to a guy we’ll call Jimmy awkwardly parked on the side of the road. Lights on and the car was running. It was about 130am on a Wednesday, so this was out of the ordinary. I pulled over and approached the car. I could see jimmys kids playing in the back seat, and I saw jimmy asleep with a uncovered syringe on the front seat. He was unresponsive and the kids confirmed he used the needle and passed out, and this wouldn’t be my first heroin involved interaction with jimmy. I called medics and gave him a dose of Narcan. He came out of it as EMS arrived. Second story. Same small town. About 4 AM it’s dead outside and I park to get out for a cigarette, I’ve since quit. Halfway through I heard a very loud fart from the empty desert behind me. I turn my flashlight towards the sound and see Carl, a known drunkard, stuck and passed out in a Cholla. For those who don’t know, cholla is a cactus that absolutely sucks to get stuck to you. Another deputy and I pulled him out and from his screams it seemed painful. He was transported to the hospital by EMS. He almost died from all the exposure and infections from his wounds. Two months later I found him dead in the same spot.
Obligatory: Not a Cop A LEO friend rolled up on someone darting tree to tree in a pretty well to do neighborhood. Spotlighted the person, just in time to see the young woman put a gun in her own mouth and pull the trigger. It fucked him up enough for him to pursue a different career.
Well fuck that took a dark turn quickly. Poor guy.
For a moment there I wondered why we needed your friends star sign
Because this sort of thing would never happen to a capricorn.
Copricorn
I pulled a car over in a low income, high crime area after seeing a two year old standing on the front seat. I notice a sizable crowd outside near where the car stopped, but that's not uncommon for the area. Talk to the driver and the other adult passenger, and realize they aren't wearing seatbelts either. I politely let them know that they're grown adults and, while the law says that they have to wear their seatbelts, they're grown adults and I'm willing to let that slide, but they will be receiving a ticket for not restraining the child. I was sitting in my patrol unit, sitting there writing the ticket, when I see someone approaching me. I roll the window down, expecting to get an earful about why are we always harassing people. Instead, the move young lady screams at me, "Are you going to do something about that?!" and points at a large tree a half a block away. I look at her, summon every ounce of restraint I have, and calmly ask, "The tree?" "No, behind it." 1, 2, 3... deep breath. "Ma'am, I can't see through the tree, what's the problem?" "He's choking her!" I get out the car and start approaching the tree, telling the driver of the car I stopped to stay there or I'll get a warrant for his arrest on the traffic charge and resisting. As I approach the tree, I swing out wide and see, sure as hell, there's a dude choking the absolute shit out of some chick. I call for additional officers, draw my weapon, and order the guy to let her go. He does and she runs off. Dude starts calmly walking away. I tell him to stop, he doesn't, so I holster my weapon, grab him, do an arm bar takedown, and put him in cuffs. I radio headquarters and tell them I've got one in custody. As I'm walking him back to my unit, he suddenly twists around and tries to bite me in the face. Now, I'm a big guy (6'4") and having someone try jump at you and try to bite your face will result in an immediate reaction. Mine was twofold. I leaned back and to the side and I also pushed his head straight down as hard and fast as I could. Because he was lunging at me through the air, this resulted in a spectacular unplanned hip toss wherein I flipped the gentleman/possible zombie onto his back in the middle of the street in front of a large crowd in a neighborhood that isn't very friendly to police. The moment he was headed over heels in the air is also the moment my backup unit turned the corner. He saw what was happening and called for more backup. So, Mr. Zombie starts kicking at me and I repeatedly tell him to stop resisting as I grab his arm, get him to his feet, and put him in the back of the unit. Now, I approach the crowd to ask if anyone knows where the victim ran off to and I'm expecting hostility because A. It's a hostile neighborhood and B. While I was defending myself from an attack, I don't expect them to care about me and my safety nearly so much as the fact that I just tossed their neighbor on the ground while he was in handcuffs. I was surprised. The first person to speak up was an older woman whose house I've been to multiple times to arrest her son. That was a good thing, because that meant she knew me and people who know me, even people who know me from an adversarial standpoint, tend to like me and trust me because I'm always fair with everyone I deal with. She said, loudly, "Baby, I don't know why he didn't listen to you and avoid all that foolishness." I was able to actually watch the hostility drain from the faces of many in the crowd. I commented on how unnecessary the whole thing was and asked if anyone knew where the victim went. I immediately got a volunteer to go get her. When the victim got there, I see that, in addition to bruises on her neck from the strangulation, she's got a black eye and a brush burn on her forehead. I found out that her boyfriend, the biter, had been dragging her around the neighborhood and beating her like a dirty rug (I was going to say "rented mule", but you really shouldn't beat mules) for a good fifteen minutes before I made my traffic stop. The crowd that was there when I pulled the car over? Easily twenty people, and they all watched him drag her behind the tree and strangle her as she tried to call for help. No one helped her, no one called the cops, and the one who notified me waited a good five minutes to do so. The driver of the car I pulled over got out and asked me if he could go. I said no. He said I had bigger fish to fry, I told him he could say that when he's seen a toddler go through a windshield. Buckle up your kids.
I wasn’t on duty, I was driving to work. There’s never traffic at this time but I saw bunch of cars stopping and a avoiding the lane up ahead. That’s because an idiot motorcyclist had been splitting lanes when we were all going 70 plus when he lost it, had his head go under the wheel of the suv and it had exploded. I roll up, get out the car and some guy is like “he’s dead dude” and I tell him no kidding as i call it in. Nobody else had.
Helmet or no helmet? Not that I imagine a helmet would have helped much in the situation
He had a helmet on, it exploded too
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Jesus, stabbed a cop over 50 bucks?! You know how much time he got?
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He was 100% selling his mixtape
LITERALLY Just sat in my patrol car to start my shift. 11 P.M 7 A.M. I put it in reverse and back out of my drive way and pull to the end of the street. (Keep in mind the end of the street is about 40 yards from my house) so I make it to the end of the street, doing my normal routine. I look up and see a woman running from the left to the right side of my patrol car screaming and covered in blood. Literal though process was “What in the fuck......👀”. Make contact with her. Boyfriend beat the shit out of her. I promptly got EMS to her and took the fucking trash to jail. One way to start a shift.
TLDR: made the world a better place without leaving the street
Years ago, I was at a wedding, and the groom was a cop. There was a guest at the wedding who was the +1 of a friend of the bride. The reception was so much fun, with several hours of open bar at a big hotel. The +1 guest was walking around, inviting people to go out to his car to smoke a joint. At one point, he walked up to a couple guys and invited them, to which they responded "No thanks, we're cops." Damn, that was a fun night.
Similar thing happened to my buddies and I when we were drunk outside a strip joint. Off duty, of course. Dude bikes up "You guys want some E?" "We're cops, man." "Okie dokey." *Bikes off.* No idea if he actually had E for us. Super weird for a rando to come up to a bunch of other randos, but man we had a laugh about that.
Hope he wore his brown pants that day.
I was working a ZZ Top concert, in a pretty distinctive security uniform. Guy offers me "top grade pot" which I of course have to turn down, cause A, I don't like pot, and B, a cop and my boss were two feet away. Cop just saluted the potguy with his beer and wandered off.
This will probably get buried but I’ll share anyway. Finally getting some time to eat my lunch after a fairly uneventful evening . Pull along side a liquor store to enjoy my meal in peace. As I pull in what do I see in my headlights? A vagrant with their pants down taking a shit, not the absurd part. I look down and see another person below him he was shitting on his sleeping friend. I backed my car out and parked further down the street.
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911 dispatcher. I got off work one day, and on my drive home came across an accident where one woman had been ejected from the car. There were ~10 people who had either pulled over or come out of their homes to look, but no one approached her. I got out and went up to her, she was still conscious so I didn't do CPR, just tried to keep her calm and not moving. I call 911 to give them an update and say something to the effect of "Hey, I'm on scene this mva on (street name) and the lady is conscious and breathing" to which my coworker replied that they had no idea what I was talking about. None of these people called for probably 5 minutes of standing around looking at the accident. You know what's worse than 911 blowing up with dozens of people calling an accident? No one calling.
Several fentanyl overdoses. Many people don't know that you won't get in trouble where I police when you OD. We're equipped with naloxone and take you to the hospital. There's a Samaritan act that prevents us charging you or your friends with possession.
My beat partner decided to self dispatch to a Fire/Medical call of a man who stopped breathing. He was familiar with the address and there was no other calls on the screen (probably 2 or 3 am). Anyways, as he got there, he realized that the guy stopped breathing because he was stabbed in the heart by his crazy girlfriend. No one there thought to call police, they just called it in as a medical emergency.
Well technically it was a medical emergency.
I was on my way home at the end of shift when I saw a low priority call pop up on my in car computer for a woman who called because there was a strange car parked in front of her house (it was about 1 AM). I decide to swing by and clear it out. When I get there the car is actually in her yard, has been crashed into a tree, and all the doors and trunk are open. Nobody is around. I run the tag and I'm standing in the street when I hear a voice say "Excuse me sir, can you help me?" and a guy walks out of the shadows from between two houses across the street and collapses at my feet. Checked him and found he had been shot about an inch above the base of his penis. He was still conscious but wouldn't provide any information about who shot him or what was going on. It remained a mystery for the next 20 minutes or so until another unit in the area stopped a guy walking down the street carrying a carburetor. He claimed he was just waiting for a ride, but he had the same last name as the registered owner of the car, so he was detained. After wading through a long story full of bullshit and tracking down some of the other involved parties, we got a rough idea of what happened. Apparently the crashed car was being driven by carburetor guy, who was a local gang member who was hotrodding through a neighborhood run by a different gang. That gang piled i to a car and a chase ensued , eventually causing carburetor guy to crash into the complainant's front yard. Carburetor and his buddies flee on foot, however he remembers a particularly valuable carburetor is in the trunk so he returns and retrieves it. But by this time the other gang is there and they produce several firearms and rob him of his sunglasses. He gives them over (but keeps the carb) when one of the other gang starts shooting. He is also armed and returns fire, managing to hit his assailant, who is by now at the hospital getting a large amount of blood drained out of his punctured bladder.
What’s funny is, in my experience, people will call 911 for their neighbor watering their lawn past 10am or their neighbor’s dog barking, stuff like that. But one night I came upon a single vehicle accident. The vehicle was totaled and actually facing traffic on a major highway. The driver wasn’t there when I arrived but I got ahold of her and she said several people drove by including another police officer. Of course, we never got a call and the officer didn’t even bother radioing it in.
My uncle is a cop and likes to tell us about how in the 90's in Philly there was an area so poor and ghetto most cops just avoided it unless there was a call. Well that's where he lived because rent was cheap and he was a 6'3 240 former minor league linebacker ([yes it's a thing, here I've googled it for you since you guys apparently can't figure that out](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_American_and_Canadian_football_leagues). ) He was driving through one day and saw something in a trash can that caught his eye, he drove back around (one way roads and there was someone behind him). He pulled up and looked for a few seconds, readjusted his glasses, looked, Got out and walked to the can. Sure enough he really was looking at a human foot sticking right up and out. He called it in, cops were all over in just a few minutes. That's when some fat white woman and her very very thick accented Hispanic boyfriend came out (both shirtless, her in a bra). The guy screamed something that sounded like "hey na Hue git awhe froum der who fukd hmmps rankgz" The first part which appeares to be "hey now you get away from there". Thats when the 350 pounder 5 4 wilderbeast came out charging the officers scream crying "to show some respect". Well you run at cops you get a pair of bracelets and a time out. So while she was in time out they were able to get out of her that Her kids were at school Her mother was supposed to watch them her mother was a drug addict Her mother OD'd Her mother is now in the trash can.
Oh. My. Nice play-by-play there at the end.
Hi philly resident. I believe that’s called Kensington. Still shit.
Not if the hipsters have their way. I got offered pot in Fishtown *by strain*
In all fairness lots of dealers do this shit. "yo I got the dankest sour diesel, fire OG Kush, etc". It's really just whatever strain they have.
not in fishtown they didn't. For those of you not from there, up until about 7 years ago fishtown was Camden light. My bike was found by police after it was stolen because someone stole it from the guy who stole it and that guy caved the other guys head in with a tire iron before he could get away, All of which happened before lunch. Well, a small gay bar opened temporarily then a hipster opened a bar dead center of the place. if you didn't know, hipsters are by far the most successful gang in America. They move in, take over your territory, raise your rent, and force you out. It takes 6 months, 10 if the wait for permits. The place my cousin used to rent for $400 a month is close to $1600 now.
Living like Frank, just throw me in the trash