SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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Well this was a hint that it is time for me to move out of my current digs.
I was out in the carport/garage this after noon when I heard a slight thump and some voices out by the road. Curiose I wandered out to see what was going on and found an older woman laying on the ground with a younger one standing over her asking if she was okay. (The younger one turned out to be her grand-daughter.)
I dropped back on my training and did an initial assesment and found her to be just fine. She claimed that her foot had gone out from under her causing her to fall. I was getting ready to help her to her feet when a group of young toughs from the neighborhood showed up and immediatley started commenting about a white man helping a black woman. I must have, in their oppinion, tripped her or knocked her down and they were starting to make noises of retribution. Thankfully the grand-daughter had the presence of mind to hit 911 on her cell phone when she first saw these punks. A cruiser showed up, followed quickly by three more.
It took the police several minutes, as well as the reinforcement from the Sherrifs Dept. to get the punks moved down the street a bit. Only then were things sorted out. One of the local cops thanked me for helping the woman, while one of the Deputies recognised me from after Hurricane Wilma. (He lives down the street and was one of the L.E.O.'s who made frequent early morning stops by my place for coffee right after the storm.)
It took a bit but the punks were calmed down, with the warnings from the deputy that A) I was not the person they really wanted to play with, and B) he was going to be keeping an eye on things and knew where each one of them lived.
The Grandmother after watching all of this commented to me that she was glad she didn't live in this area and was happy to know her daughter was moving out as well. When she heard that I was planning on moving as well her comment wa that she understood completely.
Cat
I was out in the carport/garage this after noon when I heard a slight thump and some voices out by the road. Curiose I wandered out to see what was going on and found an older woman laying on the ground with a younger one standing over her asking if she was okay. (The younger one turned out to be her grand-daughter.)
I dropped back on my training and did an initial assesment and found her to be just fine. She claimed that her foot had gone out from under her causing her to fall. I was getting ready to help her to her feet when a group of young toughs from the neighborhood showed up and immediatley started commenting about a white man helping a black woman. I must have, in their oppinion, tripped her or knocked her down and they were starting to make noises of retribution. Thankfully the grand-daughter had the presence of mind to hit 911 on her cell phone when she first saw these punks. A cruiser showed up, followed quickly by three more.
It took the police several minutes, as well as the reinforcement from the Sherrifs Dept. to get the punks moved down the street a bit. Only then were things sorted out. One of the local cops thanked me for helping the woman, while one of the Deputies recognised me from after Hurricane Wilma. (He lives down the street and was one of the L.E.O.'s who made frequent early morning stops by my place for coffee right after the storm.)
It took a bit but the punks were calmed down, with the warnings from the deputy that A) I was not the person they really wanted to play with, and B) he was going to be keeping an eye on things and knew where each one of them lived.
The Grandmother after watching all of this commented to me that she was glad she didn't live in this area and was happy to know her daughter was moving out as well. When she heard that I was planning on moving as well her comment wa that she understood completely.
Cat