Yes, well, knowing that I'm from the Home for the Congenitally Responsible...
Years ago, when I first moved to Seattle, there was a bunch of guys outside the group house I lived in and they were beating a teenage boy to death. While the men in the house debated taking action and discussed what action they would take if they took action, I ran out into the group and screamed the police were on their way...hoping to god someone in the house had actually gotten their fingers out of their butts and called 911...they ran away and I dragged the kid back to the house and started treating him for shock.
The kid's mother came by the next day to say that he was in the hospital with a fractured skull. When I had run outside and started yelling, one of the guys was about to hit him with a plank...he dropped it instead and backed off. The mother told me the docs had said one more blow would have killed him.
I sure hope he did something good with the life I saved for him, but it's his life, after all.
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Years ago, when I first moved to Seattle, there was a bunch of guys outside the group house I lived in and they were beating a teenage boy to death. While the men in the house debated taking action and discussed what action they would take if they took action, I ran out into the group and screamed the police were on their way...hoping to god someone in the house had actually gotten their fingers out of their butts and called 911...they ran away and I dragged the kid back to the house and started treating him for shock.
The kid's mother came by the next day to say that he was in the hospital with a fractured skull. When I had run outside and started yelling, one of the guys was about to hit him with a plank...he dropped it instead and backed off. The mother told me the docs had said one more blow would have killed him.
I sure hope he did something good with the life I saved for him, but it's his life, after all.
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