Happened to my dad in NYC in the early 1970’s. He an executive wearing a suit, not dressed like a bum. People stepped around him and wouldnt help. Not sure how he got to the hospital, he didn’t even know who or where he was.
“Happened to my dad in NYC in the early 1970’s. He an executive wearing a suit, not dressed like a bum. People stepped around him and wouldnt help. Not sure how he got to the hospital, he didn’t even know who or where he was.”
I was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. Don’t recall what exact year this occured, but it was around the late 1970s.
My mother and I walked to the local supermarket to do our shopping. Afterwards, we emerged from the supermarket to walk back home. We walked barely a block when we came upon the sight of an old woman laying flat on her back on the street. Her shopping cart was laying there beside her, upended. A package of her cookies had spilled out and split open. Smashed cookies littered the street around her. She was the victim of a hit and run.
She was still alive and conscious, her eyes were open and blinking, but she said not a word or cried out in pain. But clearly she couldn’t move.
Finally the sound of a police siren was heard, real loud. An NYPD “black mariah” vehicle was coming fast from down the street, racing towards us. The crowd breathed a sigh of relief that now the lady will be getting help.
Forget about it.
As the “black mariah” approached, it didn’t slow down. It made a curve around the old lady in the street and, with its siren still screaming, continued down the street until it went out of our sight. Everyone in the crowd were totally shocked.
I swear, this is 100% true