I never thought to call 911
Today as I was finishing my last errand of the day and heading home, I turned on my usual short cut street and quickly passed a woman appearing to be weeding her garden but something seemed off so I drove around the block to make sure. There was Rose S. (a total stranger to me) sort of laying on her back crouching forward trying to sit straight up. I put down my window and asked if she was okay (I was across the street). Rose said she wasn't okay and that she couldn't get up. I immediately thought of that commercial "I've fallen and I can't get up" only this was real. I pulled my car around so it was in front of her, hopped out on my bad knee and as I approached saw that Rose was bleeding from a deep cut above her eyebrow and a ping pong size bruise there as well. Blood covered her face in various places and she was shaking (although later she told me her hands shake sometimes and that was not from the fall). I told her I would help her stand up. It took a couple of tries and finally with a little help from the proverbial white picket fence she rose and was clearly shaky. I asked her where she lived and was any one of her kids available for care. She said yes and I immediately called them as I drove her to her house. By then Rose had told me she was a member of Kaiser so since I had time on my hands I decided I would take her home to get her purse and ID and then take her on to Kaiser where her son Ken would meet us. Rose is 87, lives by herself, has buried three husbands and is smart and coherent as I would like to be at 87. She started telling me about her husbands-the first dying in WWII in the Air Force having done 36 missions and leaving her with an 8 month old son that he never got to see in person. She then married 8 years later for 31 years (had a daughter) and the last one (he was 3 months younger so she thought he would outlive her) 21 years. She told me all had been wonderful men. I told her now she needs to look even younger like 10-15 years younger. She was not opposed to the idea. When we got back to her house I forgot to mention that I asked Rose if she wanted to change out of her blood stained clothes and she promptly told me that Kaiser would take her faster if she looked bloody (what a personality). When we got to the hospital my doors wouldn't lock on my car but I just left. When I returned later I realized my Prius was still in park completely on. Must say this Kaiser is not in such a wonderful area but since I was parked right outside the ER I got lucky. The nurses who checked us in and first saw Rose decided it was worth a brain scan and probably at least three stitches in her forehead or at the very least cleanup and steri tape. Ken, her son arrived and thanked me for taking care of his mother. I told Rose goodbye and that I would stop by to see how she is feeling in a few days. Walked out of the hospital doors to the bright sunshine and knew I had done the right thing. Upon telling the story everyone I talked to wanted to know why I didn't just call 911. It absolutely never entered my mind until I was driving home. What would you have done?