It’s better to react quickly and look stupid than to not react in time

One of my coworkers just got his hip replaced. I am very fond of him. He is a fellow writer, and he always eats my cooking. Brave, brave man. 😉

Today was one of his first days back. From his cube, I heard a THUNK and then him swearing quietly.

My stomach dropped. I left my chair and rushed into his cube.

He was fine! He had been raising his desk to a standing height when the side got hooked on the printer, raised it, and dropped it. That was the big noise.

Two other concerned coworkers peeked in. After the worried questions and dismissive answers, we went back to our desks. One of them remarked, “Wow, you were in there fast! I sit right next to him and you were still in there before me.”

Having had an ill mother, as well as several very accident-prone family members, all the kids in my family learned to jump when something happened.

I am haunted by an experience I had when I was about 19, in college. I was supposed to spend some time visiting an old lady in a home as part of a community service credit.

In the course of our conversation, she had mentioned to me that a resident next door to her had fallen and was calling for help for hours before she heard her and got staff to help.

Later on, I went to visit her again. As we talked, and I kept hearing an odd, high vocalization every minute or so, from the other room. I didn’t think about it too hard, and politely wrote it off. I must have heard it for at least 30 minutes. Eventually the lady I was with heard it, too.

“What is that sound?” she said.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I keep hearing it.”

Being wheelchair bound, she pushed the call button, waited for an aide, and asked them to check on the noise. In her wisdom and experience, she was proactive about the situation the minute she noticed something unusual.

Of course, it was the resident in the next room. She had fallen again and was calling from the floor, in her frail weak voice, “Help!…Help!”

It’s amazing how much you forget. In writing this, I realized I don’t know if I ever saw the neighboring resident’s face. I don’t remember what we were talking about. The whole thing is like a hazy dream.

Only one thing keeps its sharp clear edges:  the sounds in the background of our long conversation, sounds which I had written off in the back of my mind, sounds which I was too shy and uncertain to act upon, and so ignored: a pathetic, persistent, exhausted cry for help.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

7 comments

  • Sarah,
    Have you passed the point of no return? I’m not sure when I did…the point where I hear something and think… that’s none of my business, someone else will look into it versus…what’s going on…even knowing it isn’t my business and people might think the worst of me for…heaven forbid…meddling. But they only think that because they don’t know the difference between true meddling and just staying aware. Really good story, Sarah. ~ Mona

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    • I was down for a little bit because I was eating too healthy! But I’m back to normality ❤️ you don’t ever have to worry about me doing that. Wait we are talking about suicide right? Heh

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  • I’m a curious George type. I’d be looking, digging, asking questions, peeking over fences… I can be like Gladys Kravitz, sometimes. I might not get directly involved in something but, I wanna know what is going on.

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  • I am evermore impressed with the size of your heart and the ways that you let life teach you. None of us knows (or can know) everything — but be a good student, pay attention, try to do things better, smarter, kinder than yesterday — and a little corner of the world is a better place. Bless you, Sarah.

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