Minutes ago, I sat on my porch, basking in the balmy weather and the sun, and observed a couple of things.
First, something I wrote almost 2 months ago. I posted it but then saved it as a draft instead. I was sick with a case of cold and in my dazed state, I thought that post'd result in an unwanted outpour of pity for me *roll eyes*
"Somebody was killed by a 18-wheeler this afternoon near the Fla. Ave & 6th St. intersection. Less than 100 feet away from my bedroom. I didn't see the incident but my housemates and I got to watch everything that happened afterwards. We could see the body lying under the truck's trailer. The cops roped off the whole block and took pictures of the scene. After they put the body in a medical examiner's van, one of them shoveled sand on the road, where it had laid—to cover up the blood, I presume. After about 2 hours, the police cars, about 10 of them, and the truck finally left. Right now, the cars are zooming over that patch of sand, the drivers blissfully unaware of what happened earlier. I only hope the poor guy wasn't a Gally student."
Nope, SHE wasn't. I read about it next day in the Washington Post. Apparently she slipped and fell in front of the truck. I wondered if she had a family, had lots of friends, basically if she'd be missed. I found out within a couple of weeks. You know how people'd place flowers and a cross on the site of the accident that killed their loved ones. It isn't possible in this case, the site being a busy city street. But there are bags full of stuffed animals tied up to a nearby lamp post. To this day, they're still there.
The other thing I saw: a blind man on the intersection. I'm sure all of you Gally students or alums know him. I forgot his name. A chubby man in his 50s or 60s that's a warden of Gallaudet University. Yep, Gally shelters and feeds him free of charge—it "adopted" him when he was young. The place I most often see him in is a locker room at Field House. He'd sit on a bench there, wearing nothing but a towel, lost in his thoughts. His face'd constantly change, swinging between bemusement and amusement.
Anyway, there he was, trying to cross a street. I did nothing at first—if he got there, then he probably know how to get around. But then the "Cross the bleepin' street now" light came flashing on and he just stood there, waving his cane around. I watched him for a moment and started to think he needed some help. Just as I stood up, he suddenly crossed the other street instead, swinging his stick around like it was a lightsaber. He's presumably safely back on campus.
First, something I wrote almost 2 months ago. I posted it but then saved it as a draft instead. I was sick with a case of cold and in my dazed state, I thought that post'd result in an unwanted outpour of pity for me *roll eyes*
"Somebody was killed by a 18-wheeler this afternoon near the Fla. Ave & 6th St. intersection. Less than 100 feet away from my bedroom. I didn't see the incident but my housemates and I got to watch everything that happened afterwards. We could see the body lying under the truck's trailer. The cops roped off the whole block and took pictures of the scene. After they put the body in a medical examiner's van, one of them shoveled sand on the road, where it had laid—to cover up the blood, I presume. After about 2 hours, the police cars, about 10 of them, and the truck finally left. Right now, the cars are zooming over that patch of sand, the drivers blissfully unaware of what happened earlier. I only hope the poor guy wasn't a Gally student."
Nope, SHE wasn't. I read about it next day in the Washington Post. Apparently she slipped and fell in front of the truck. I wondered if she had a family, had lots of friends, basically if she'd be missed. I found out within a couple of weeks. You know how people'd place flowers and a cross on the site of the accident that killed their loved ones. It isn't possible in this case, the site being a busy city street. But there are bags full of stuffed animals tied up to a nearby lamp post. To this day, they're still there.
The other thing I saw: a blind man on the intersection. I'm sure all of you Gally students or alums know him. I forgot his name. A chubby man in his 50s or 60s that's a warden of Gallaudet University. Yep, Gally shelters and feeds him free of charge—it "adopted" him when he was young. The place I most often see him in is a locker room at Field House. He'd sit on a bench there, wearing nothing but a towel, lost in his thoughts. His face'd constantly change, swinging between bemusement and amusement.
Anyway, there he was, trying to cross a street. I did nothing at first—if he got there, then he probably know how to get around. But then the "Cross the bleepin' street now" light came flashing on and he just stood there, waving his cane around. I watched him for a moment and started to think he needed some help. Just as I stood up, he suddenly crossed the other street instead, swinging his stick around like it was a lightsaber. He's presumably safely back on campus.
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