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I live in NY's Hudson Valley. A freak ice storm blew through yesterday afternoon, taking most of us by surprise. I had stepped out to do the briefest of errands, and when I emerged from the shop, roads that had been dry half an hour before were completely covered in ice. Driving was, in a word, impossible. Cars littered the roads, most of which are hilly and twisty, on the road, off the road, pointing the wrong way, accidents abounding. I carefully steered my car into the park 'n ride, figuring that I was better off parking safely and walking the 4 miles home because I knew I'd never make it up the hills. Even walking was treacherous.
As I walked, I passed many disabled cars. One car full of women had skidded off the road. They rolled down the window and asked if they could use my cell phone. Judging by their appearance, they were South Asian. (I mention this because it may be germane to what follows.) They didn't know where they were, and they were clearly not dressed for the weather. In heavily accented English, one of the women asked me to call 911. "What's the emergency?" I asked. She explained that the baby she was holding (who was peacefully sleeping) had no formula and they'd been stuck for an hour. I gently tried to tell her that I wasn't sure that her predicament met the criteria for "emergency," considering the conditions all around. She insisted, so I handed her my phone. She had to put it on speaker so I could give the location to the dispatcher. The dispatcher, in his best gruff NY voice (I can say this because I *am* a NYer), proceeded to rip her up one side and down the other. "How dare you bother me with this nonsense when we've got accidents with injuries all over the place? Your baby having no food does NOT constitute an emergency!" By the time he'd finished reaming her, she was in tears.
I felt terrible for her, especially as all I could do at that point was to wish her well and carry on my way. If I could have, I would have trudged to the store and bought her some formula, but it simply wasn't possible due to the conditions and the distances involved. I was lucky to make it home.
Was that necessary? Was it necessary to humiliate someone who was obviously frightened and distraught? How hard would it have been to explain that help would be sent as soon as more urgent cases were attended to? To tell her to sit tight and that everything would be OK? It shakes my faith, it does.
Postscript: they apparently did not perish, because the car was gone this morning. I hope they're OK.
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