another day in the hood.

Well, here is a dose of reality for people that think that this stuff only happens in the movies or far away from them. I was walking down the street one rainy afternoon delivering mail on my route, when a pretty young black girl comes out of a local barber shop screaming in pain and holding her stomach. I run across the street darting around the traffic, car tires screaching to a halt and horns blasting at me from both directions. When I reach the girl, she passes out and falls to the ground just before I get to her. I ask her what is wrong, I shake her and and ask her again............no response! I check the pupils of her eyes, they are fixed and dialated, she is so young I wonder what the hell is wrong. I check her breathing, I feel no breath and do not see her chest rise or fall, no pulse either, this is not good. By this time a crowd has gathered, I yell for someone to call 911, nobody moves a muscle. Alot of these people are Hatians that are here in this country illegally and most do not trust the police. I have no time for this shit, and start CPR, all these people and nobody calls 911, I look at this beautiful young girl on the wet ground, puddles forming around her body and cannot believe these people, this girl is dying. I scream to call 911, finally a young white guy who owns a buisness across the street hears the commotion and comes over to see what's going on, hears me and calls 911. I'm still doing chest compressions and giving her breaths, but...........she's still not responding, I'm getting desperate and I'm talking to her, telling her to breathe for me, please......just fucking breathe! I hear the sirens in the background getting closer, I'm exhausted but I cannot stop. I think about who's little girl this is, how they will feel at her funeral, I think about her future, how pretty she is, not having the chance to see her life thru. Finally........I get a breathe, she starts to choke and vomit, I turn her on her side and let the vomit run out of her mouth, she gasps for air, she is alive. The ambulance arrives and I tell them what happened, they take over and ask her questions. This girl is Hatian and does not speak a word of english. I see a good looking young guy about this girls age standing at a distance and watching with concern, the worry is all over this kids face. Now I'm starting to add 1 and 1. I call the kid over and ask him if he speaks creole, he says that he does, I tell him to ask her what is wrong. The kid and this girl converse and the kid tells me that her stomach hurts and that she is in pain. Now I know exactly what's going on here.......I ask the kid if he knows her, he says yes, I say....is she pregnant......he answers yes she is. I tell the paramedics to get this girl to the hospital right now! She is going to hemmorage from a botched abortion, the paramedics realize that I'm in this hood every single day, so they get her out and start to the hospital as fast as they can. That kid came out of that barber shop, that barber shop is a back room abortion clinic, these people are poor and have no insurance, they are also illegal aliens, so that scumbag that owns the place is performing cut rate abortions in the back of the shop. I tell the kid to call her parents and tell them what happened and to get himself to the hospital to be with her. At that point, soaking wet...exhausted....pissed off........and just totally beat, I pick-up my mail bag and continue with my deliveries. I can only hope that the doctors call the police and interview the boyfriend and they shut that hell hole down once and for all. For those of you who wonder why I don't call the cops? I am in that hood every day, those guys make alot of money doing that shit, they could put a bullet in my head any time they want. I have to be careful, that doesn't make me feel better, but, I am more service to those people alive than dead. Anyway.......another day in the hood.