About 45 minutes ago, I went into the kitchen to make some popcorn when I heard someone screaming. Our neighbors routinely have bbqs with lots of people so at first I thought maybe they were just outside causing a ruckus. Then I heard someone screaming for a neighbor to help them. It wasn't a voice I recognized, but they must have seen the kitchen light go on which is why they were screaming. I followed the voice to the side of the house our bathroom is on, walked to the window and hollered, "anyone out there?" Turns out there was, and she needed help.
Living in our neighborhood, you can never be too careful and you don't trust people at face value (if I did, by now I'd be poor from giving so many people "just a dollar to get on the bus."). After a couple of back & forth exchanges, I learned something along the lines of having fallen, her foot stuck in glass. I asked if she needed 911 - she did.
Alan called 911, repeated what I'd told him, and then he and another neighbor went over to investigate what had happened. It turns out that our neighbor's friend had somehow locked herself in the bathroom the last hour and in an attempt to get out, had jumped out the window, completely breaking her ankle (Alan reports that it was sticking out of her skin and there was blood everywhere). Oh. My. God.
Thank goodness I heard her and we were able to call 911. I can't imagine if I had been in her shoes, lying there in a pool of my own blood with my ankle bone sticking out. How she managed to maintain consciousness is completely beyond me.
I may not have been willing to run over and help her out, but at least I feel better knowing that she really did need that 911 call and we helped her out as much as we could.
And for as much as I complain about Oakland, I have to give mad props to the Oakland Fire Department - they showed up with two giant trucks ready to do what needed to be done. And they showed up quick. I can only hope that if I ever need them, they respond as quickly and as professionally. Great job, guys (and gals)!