Hey Steve, thanks for the headline, it made me laugh. I needed to badly. Today I witnessed an elderly gentleman (wealthy, well-dressed, UC Berkeley educated according to info from wallet) just... fall while walking out of a restaurant. The sound of it was terrible. His eyes were open and he was breathing as he lay there, but he did not respond to questions. After maybe five minutes of me comforting him and the rest of the people calling 911, he began bleeding a great deal from his head. This scared me so much.

An ambulance showed up, ten minutes later. The fire department was 1/4 mile from this restaurant.

We were unable to unlock his phone and call his family. His wallet contained zero phone numbers to call in case of an emergency. His arms were covered with those liver spot/scars/skin lesions.

I wanted to scream that he was being murdered, and I was watching it.

I wrote down his address and called the PD to ask for a house visit to make sure that he was not the caregiver for a bedridden wife, or a dog owner. The inhumane treatment I received from both their dispatch and the officer shocked me.

The gentleman fell outside of Gepetto's in Orinda, CA. He is a resident of Moraga, CA.

If my fellow readers are curious, look up the median income of these towns.

Steve, you know exactly where they are.

One of the EMT's said, over his shoulder, as they were loading this poor man up, "this is not an isolated incident."

I don't know what to say to that.

I just have a primordial scream building inside of me.

I can't believe this happened. I literally can't believe this happened. And this poor man is just a statistic now.

I do not know this man, but he matters to me.