I don’t just rescue critters-
Boy, nothing is
ever boring! This actually happened a few summers ago, but I have not thought
about it in a while. The other day Bob reminded me about and said- hey- that
would make a good blog! So here it goes-
I was working part
time at the community college, so I had a few days off during the week. This
beauty-
would sometimes join
me for lunch. We usually hit Atlanta Bread as it is one our most favorite
places to dine. On this fateful day we were on our way home, probably giggling
about something – or someone- and lo and behold- there was a freakin baby walking
in the middle of the road! We were in a
neighborhood, but this street was still 4 lanes wide and pretty damn busy! The
baby could not have been much more than 2. He had a diaper on and nothing else.
I slowed the car down, Amber hopped out and grabbed him and I pulled the car
over to the curb.
I dialed 911 and
spoke to the dispatcher, all the while waiting for a screaming lunatic mom to
come running out looking for her baby. NEVER HAPPENED. The dispatcher then told
me that if someone came up to take the baby (ex. the child's mother) I was not
supposed to let her take the baby. Oh crap- exactly what was I supposed to do
if someone came up to me? Hurry up, coppers- I don’t need to be on that
television show COPS- again. Another concerned citizen pulled over behind me,
and proceeded to drive around looking for someone that was frantically looking
for a baby. NOTHING. Amber kept the baby
company- held him and sweetly talked to him in a soft voice. The baby was very
calm and never cried.
About 10 minutes
later the cops showed up. (I was kind of surprised it took this long as we were
about 2 blocks from the station, but what do I know). One nice policeman took
my statement and Amber’s statement, and one of the other offices took the baby.
Finally, after
knocking on a few doors, the police found out which house the baby belonged in.
The excuse was the baby must have gone out the back door and pushed the gate
open. Now, let me tell you this WOODEN gate was at least 6 feet high.
The officers chatted with the gal for a bit, then came back over to us. They told us there would be a process and they would make sure this never happened to the baby again.
There is no way in hell that baby could have pushed that gate open. I don’t think Superman lived at that house and had a baby. The gate must have been propped open.The officers chatted with the gal for a bit, then came back over to us. They told us there would be a process and they would make sure this never happened to the baby again.
Amber and I popped
back into my car and off we went. I am happy to say that we have had many other
lunches since then, but none quite as eventful as that day! I still drive by
that intersection once in a while, and then think about that day. I saw quite a
few cars in front of me that just drove by that baby, never stopping at all. I
hope they just didn’t see him- which is scary as well.
I am not trying to
blow my own horn, as sometimes I admit I like to stick my head in the sand and
not take care of things that need to be handled. I am just glad my instincts
jumped in, saw a baby in need and didn’t even think about not stopping. Maybe I
am not a total loser!!
Maybe there is hope for me yet!