I was walking home tonight when I encountered a man dressed like it was winter. I saw him from about half a block away. He was swaying and mumbling. Obviously he was drunk and I could get past him without trouble. As I approached him he looked up and mumbled some unintelligible crap. He took a swing at me that was telegraphed and easily blocked. I knocked him against the fence of the neighboring yard and that's when I realized he was all beat up. I guess I was not the first person he had taken a swing at recently.
After calling 911, the police showed up and asked if I was the one who did this to him. I explained what happened and they were satisfied. An ambulance was called and I went home. I felt kind of bad when I got home for not sticking around to find out what would happen to the guy. I used to have a friend who liked to fight when he drank and this fella reminded me of him a little. I always took care of him and made sure he got home OK. I guess I felt the need to take care of this poor guy too.
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4 comments:
There's a good, "You should see the other guy." joke in there somewhere.
A guy who takes swings at random people in Chicago is lucky to be alive. By not killing him, you did, in fact, take care of him quite nicely. Calling 911 to get him help was above and beyond the call.
I guess you're right. Addicts have a special place in my heart. For some reason they activate that nurturing aspect of my psuche. I always want to take care of them. Never dated one or plan to but I always want to care for the pathetic. Kind of a sucker for the drunks. Maybe it's cuz I used to hit the bottle pretty hard myself.
Yes, I think you did him a favor by calling for help.
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