He was swaying back and forth, straddling a railing of a bridge with a forty foot drop. Two sisters drove by, saw him and circled back. They talked him down and waited with him until Grumpy and I could snatch him up.
I counted. A car passed by every ten seconds. The sisters were the only ones who cared to stop and save a life.
That's what you call a hero... Or two in this case!
Posted by: insomniacmedic | January 09, 2012 at 12:52 PM
You should sign them up. Sounds like they would be good officers.
Posted by: Tactical Tom | January 10, 2012 at 06:10 AM