The strangest thing just happened at my house.
I went out for a smoke, came back in and grabbed a movie to watch on the big screen in the livingroom, and I see this kid walking up to my front door. I was home by myself, so with all this shit going on in the world, people killing each other, I'm a little scared.
I open the door slightly and say "what's up buddy? what can I do for you?"
He says "please call an ambulance. I'm very suicidal and about to kill myself."
What the fuck do you do? I had my cell on me, in my pajamas, so I call 911 while standing outside with this kid. While the cops are trying to get their shit together, they ask me his name, where I live, yadda yadda, and my head is going a million miles an hour. All the fear thoughts are coming through, like "is this kid gonna jump me? does he have a friend around the back ready to break into the house? will you fucking police just get your ass over here NOW!" Meanwhile the kid is crying his face off and we are both shivering because it's like 2 degrees outside. I'm being totally honest: I was about to start telling him about my own experience with suicide, but I didn't. When you are in that state, the last thing you want to hear is someone else's problems.
The cops finally show up, and get the kid in an ambulance. From the minute I saw him, I knew he must be shivering and freezing, so I took a really nice jacket I had and walked up to the ambulance to give it to him. The cops came back in my house briefly, took my license # (really? REALLY! wtf) asked me if I knew him, and I didn't. He was a kid on the run from Plainville, a town 10 miles away from me. The only thing he said was that he was tired of being bullied.
Knowing myself and what I've been through, I'm looking for a deeper meaning to this. I know I did right and helped him as much as I could, but I feel as if God or whatever higher power exists is trying to tell me something. I just can't figure it out.
Of course, the topper to all this is that, an hour later, my dad and aunt show up, I tell them what happened, and my dad chastises me for helping the kid because "people are screwed up today. He could have blown your head off. Why the hell did you open the door?" Thanks, dad. Fucking thanks.
I went out for a smoke, came back in and grabbed a movie to watch on the big screen in the livingroom, and I see this kid walking up to my front door. I was home by myself, so with all this shit going on in the world, people killing each other, I'm a little scared.
I open the door slightly and say "what's up buddy? what can I do for you?"
He says "please call an ambulance. I'm very suicidal and about to kill myself."
What the fuck do you do? I had my cell on me, in my pajamas, so I call 911 while standing outside with this kid. While the cops are trying to get their shit together, they ask me his name, where I live, yadda yadda, and my head is going a million miles an hour. All the fear thoughts are coming through, like "is this kid gonna jump me? does he have a friend around the back ready to break into the house? will you fucking police just get your ass over here NOW!" Meanwhile the kid is crying his face off and we are both shivering because it's like 2 degrees outside. I'm being totally honest: I was about to start telling him about my own experience with suicide, but I didn't. When you are in that state, the last thing you want to hear is someone else's problems.
The cops finally show up, and get the kid in an ambulance. From the minute I saw him, I knew he must be shivering and freezing, so I took a really nice jacket I had and walked up to the ambulance to give it to him. The cops came back in my house briefly, took my license # (really? REALLY! wtf) asked me if I knew him, and I didn't. He was a kid on the run from Plainville, a town 10 miles away from me. The only thing he said was that he was tired of being bullied.
Knowing myself and what I've been through, I'm looking for a deeper meaning to this. I know I did right and helped him as much as I could, but I feel as if God or whatever higher power exists is trying to tell me something. I just can't figure it out.
Of course, the topper to all this is that, an hour later, my dad and aunt show up, I tell them what happened, and my dad chastises me for helping the kid because "people are screwed up today. He could have blown your head off. Why the hell did you open the door?" Thanks, dad. Fucking thanks.
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