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A few times–most notably when my husband and I were staying in Michigan in the summer of 2003. We rented a house on the bad part of town, and we were coming home late one night. There was a person lying on his/her side in the fetal position in the middle of the street. We couldn’t tell if the person was alive or dead, and there was a bar nearby that had a particularly rowdy clientele.
We were almost home and had no cell, so we drove to the house, ran inside, and called the cops. They showed up at our place after checking out the intersection we gave them and said they found no one there. We still don’t know what happened that night.
Between 1981-1985, about every month or so, when my mom would go off her meds.
Other than that:
When my apartment was broken in to.
When my toddler got his head stuck between the rails on his bed.
When my neighbor set himself on fire.
1978: My father had a heart attack in the middle of a major ice storm.
June 1989: Next-door neighbor was beating up his girlfriend in our front yard in the middle of the night. We called the cops on him, and the next day his mother told my father she was so humiliated she’d never talk to him again. The day after that, my father died.
Christmas Eve, 2008: Driving home from work, some guy in a taxicab with Pennsylvania plates is driving south on I-271 and falling asleep at the wheel, veering all over the place. He keeps waking up and falling asleep again. Everyone is honking at him. I called 911, and the operator asks me what city I am in. I say “Macedonia, I think.” She puts me on hold, and I’m thinking by the time anybody comes back on the line I’ll be in Twinsburg. But it doesn’t matter, because I am disconnected. I figure, you call 911 and get disconnected, they call you back, right? But they don’t. And the guy gets off at the Route 82 exit, I hope to find a motel.
Three Times.
- For a domestic issue.
- When we caught someone breaking into our car.
- When a drug addict refused to leave my office. For some reason he thought we had narcotics on site.
Second two responded fast and very efficiently. As a matter of fact, I should share the second story one of these days because it was very…unusual.
The first case was a learning experience to me regarding 911 and domestic violence calls. The policed did not knock, did not try to come in but sat outside in the car waiting for back up. I could have been killed and I had to call 911 back and say that my abuser had left for the officer to come in and take a report. I was told this was for the officers protection. Great. So glad he was safe.
I couldn’t even count the number of times. At least ten, I’m sure.
Several times because a pimp was beating a prostitute.
Once because of a loud party.
Once for domestic violence in the adjoining room at a hotel.
Many times as a bank teller due to fraud.
At least three times because of personal injury or illness.
Once because I picked a drunk girl up off the street, and I feared she wouldn’t survive the night. (She was taken away in an ambulance.)
Am I glad I live in quieter neighborhoods than some of you!:eek:
My oldest called 911 accidentally because we had programmed it in and she was playing with the phone (she was 2 or 3). Scared her to death when someone actually answered the phone, and then they called back to tell me she’d been playing on the phone. I was embarrassed to death.
I’ve called them for three car accidents, but they’ve all been fairly calm: yes, the cars are damaged, no, no one’s hurt.
I should have called someone the night when I was a teenager that I was home alone, and some guys broke into our cars outside my bedroom window. But, being the redneck that I am, I just turned out the lights and grabbed mom’s .38 pistol. They didn’t break into the house, which was a good thing for all of us.
The domestic violence call I made WAS in a quiet neighborhood! GF and I decided to get away for a quiet weekend of winter snuggling. We picked a hotel way out in the country, in a town with a population of 1,499. We wanted a cheap room, also a smoking room. We got one, and it was pretty ratty. We weren’t thrilled with it. At around 4pm, we heard a couple fighting next door, and it sounded pretty violent. I called 911.
The guy left before the cops arrived. They got the wrong room, and thought it was me doing the beating. It was only GF’s swift talking that kept me from getting handcuffed. They ended up arresting the woman on drug charges or an outstading warrent or something.
GF was loth to stay there and was ready to go home. The hotel owner took pity on us and moved us to the only other smoking room available – the handicap room, complete with jacuzzi and fireplace.
Holy shit!
Once.
My son and I were test driving a car that we later bought and I saw a car going the wrong way on the zipper lane. (a narrow temporary lane on H1 freeway in Honolulu).
Just twice. Once when I was a kid - my dad was home from work with a bad back. My mom was helping him in the bathroom when he fell, and she screamed at me to call 911. So I did, and I remember stuttering and sputtering on the phone, trying to explain why I was calling. The operator was very kind and patient - she got me to calm down and speak clearly. But before I could give her our address, my mom came bolting out of the bathroom and said it was all OK and that we didn’t need any help.
Second time, my husband and I were driving home from his uncle’s house, and some punk ass kids threw brick at our car from an overpass. Thankfully, they had bad aim and bad timing - it landed in front of our car and we went over it. Our 6-week-old son was in the back seat, and it took everything I had to keep my husband from trying to find and throttle the little bastards. Because we had virtually no ID on the kids, nothing happened. I still get tense and weepy when I think of what could have happened.
Lol… are you by any chance a relative on my husband’s side of the family?
This made me remember a time when I probably should have dialed 911, but I didn’t- I think I was half asleep. I had fallen asleep in a chair in my living room, and awoke at about 2AM to the sound of someone in the hallway outside of my apartment. I listened for a minute, thinking it was a neighbor. I didn’t hear anything, and then slowly I saw my doorknob turn. I don’t think I have ever moved so fast! And what surprises me is I didn’t run and hide in my closet… I grabbed a hammer and a can of hair spray that happened to be sitting on the table and stood right next to the door. I guess I thought I was going to spray him in the eyes and then club him to death.:smack:
I was walking my dog one afternoon and crossed a bridge in a small local park that is fairly secluded. There was a gothy looking teenage girl that was writing some graffiti on the bridge with a black marker. She seemed oddly unconcerned and continued writing as I passed behind her. As I passed I looked down at what she was writing and it was a fairly lenghty poem type thing in which the words death and suicide appeared at least once each. I thought to myself, “What a typical drama queen” but as I walked on I remembered that that bridge had been the scene of a suicide by hanging in the fairly recent past and got to thinking that maybe better safe than sorry and decided to say something if she was still there on my return trip about 15 minutes later. She was still there writing and I decided at the last second to change my route to the closest pay phone and call 911 which is what I did. I walked back to the closest spot that I could keep an eye on her til the cops got there and she was gone. I walked down to see if she was dangling from the other side of the bridge but she was just gone. About that time a cop car drove through but they didn’t stop to talk to me.
My dad was babysitting my toddler niece when she did the same thing. Only a sherriff came to the house, insisted on coming in, looked around and gave my dad a thorough questioning.
Good Job MR. Sheriff!
Three times
Once a man in the car in front of me waiting at a red light hit his female passenger with a closed fist.
Second was a car on fire (the flames were really pouring out behind) on the highway.
Third was woken up by gunshots in the street outside at 2 in the morning.
Twice that I remember. Once when I was 11, and thought someone was breaking into the house. Turns out, my parents were having roofers over for an estimate, and forgot to tell me when I was home sick. The other time was when I was (I think) nineteen, and I saw a really bad accident. Car flipped over in the intersection. About seventeen other people called too.
Twice. Once, when I saw a bike abandoned on the side of the road, next to a steep incline, with no one in sight. If I’d thought a little quicker, I’d have pulled over and checked myself, but by the time it occured to me that there might be someone in trouble, I was about a mile away. Pulled over and called 911 instead.
The other time, I was visiting my parents when my dad passed out in the bathroom. By the time the operator answered, he had woken up, and my mom decided to just drive him to the hospital. Turned out his blood sugar was out of whack.
My first 911 was for myself, maybe 15 years ago. Home alone, chest pain, the operator talked me through it. She asked all the right questions (including: “do you want me to dispatch EMS?” Turned out ok. Real heart problems came later…
Next time, SO and I were having a stess-releiving Saturday afternoon piss-up. She got really drunk and, while dancing ( I think, to Fleetwood Mac), hit the floor, head first, hard enough to loose consiousness. I immediately dialed 911. Within minutes, we were visited by the volunteer FD, an EMS crew and an RCMP member who was very interested in all the details of the accident. It was pretty clear that they were interested in making sure that there wasn’t any domestic violence going down. SO came too pretty quick and started flirting with the Mountie right away. Case closed, no lasting damage.
My stepson was diagnosed with a nasty brain tumour in 1999 (astrocytoma) He lived with us on and off. Several times we called 911 when he had seizures. Although he was given about a year to live in '99, he is still going and hasn’t had a seizure in a long time.
I called 911 several times as a kid just so hear the recorded announcement:
“The New Zealand emergency number is 111. That is: 1-1-1. Please hang up, lift the receiver, and dial 1-1-1 slowly and carefully.”
For some reason that message was hilarous to me.
Then one day I tried ringing 911 and a woman answered “111 emergency”. I hung up in a panic. I later read in a newspaper that calls to 911 had started being rerouted to 111. I was pretty paranoid for the next few days that the cops were gonna show up and tell me off, but nothing happened.
I’ve never called 111 properly.
See, you two are the opposite of me. I am an experienced archer. I have my own bow and arrows. Yet, in the incident I posted above wherein my psychotic neighbor tried to kill us all, it didn’t even cross my mind that I had a deadly weapon at my disposal. I called the police and hid in the bathroom!