Anyways… Last night was interesting in that it was a lesson in Karma.

Since Jenny is in Thailand, she asked me to use her car while she is away (otherwise it would have sat unattended for months on end). Since I tend to have issues with my car from time to time, I really appreciated the offer….

I have a old drunk that lives above me. I like him and we talk from time to time. So, I came straight home after the meeting last night. When I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that he was stumbling around outside his front door. I thought to myself that he must be drunk again. So, I parked the car and walked to the trunk of the car to get my bag out. Normally, I keep my work bag in the car but for some reason, I chose to put it in the trunk when I got out to go to the Thursday Social. When I pulled the bag out, I noticed a first aid kit in the trunk and remembered that Ray had tolk me about it when he had brought Jenny’s car to me a while back.

As I walked up to my apartment, I noticed that my upstairs neighbor was sitting outside his door or the ground with his head hung down. Then I noticed that his window was broken. I asked him if everything was okay… But he just started to mumble something. I walked upstairs to find him sitting in a pool of his own coagulating blood. His shirt was covered in blood, his pants were soaked with blood and the pool of blood that he was sitting in was quite large.

I asked him what happened and he said that he had tried to break the window to get into his house because he had locked himself out… But that he had cut himself. He raised up his arm… and he had severed the vain that runs along the inside of your elbow. I was amazed at how calm I was. He had what looked like stings of meat hanging off of his arm. Anyway, I told him to apply pressure to his arm and went back to Jenny’s car to get the first aid kit. I walked back upstairs and bandaged up his arm an elevated it. Then I called 911 even though he told me that he didn’t want to go to the hospital. So, to make a long story short… The ambulance took him to the hospital. He came back home today and thanked me. He showed me his stitches and told me that the paramedics told the doctors that he was only alive because I had bandaged him up and got him to a hospital.

The only reason I had access to an emergency kit was because Jenny loaned her car to me. My personal first aid kit consists of a box of Band-Aids that’s 2 years old and a bottle of hormones. So… that was my girl-scout moment of the day.