Mommathon

It started off as a pretty typical day. I went and helped at the local clothes closet in the afternoon and stayed a little bit later than I was supposed to because it was so busy. I did eventually have to leave though or I was going to be late to pick up the boys from school. (This is where things get interesting.)

A girl (probably in her late teens/early twenties) flags me down on the side of the road. She is kneeling beside a man of about the same age who is face down on the sidewalk and she is clearly distressed. I pull over, as do a couple of other people, and there is so much blood coming out of this guy on the sidewalk that it’s scary, really scary. She tells us that she saw him fall and maybe have a seizure.

There are people on the phone with 911 while me and two other people stand in front of the guy on the sidewalk so the elementary school kids driving passed on the the school busses can’t see all the blood.

Then the local high school gets out, but by the time the kids start exiting the high school, someone has alerted the school that there’s something going on and for some reason everyone now thinks he’s a gunshot victim so the high school teachers come poring out of the building trying to redirect the kids to safety. There was also a TriMet station by where I was, so there’s all of those people to deal with, too.

Let me just say, you have never seen police until they think there’a gunshot victim. It was SURREAL! There were police everywhere and they didn’t wait for cars to get out of their way at the stoplights either, they just drove over the medians. It was CRAZY! Even the police chaplain showed up.

Anyways, the ambulance came, the police realized there were no gunshots and I was late picking up the boys.