First Responders…

I cry bullshit.

Over the years I have heard that New Yorkers are unfriendly, always in a rush, in their own world.

Not true.

Tuesday night, my husband and I were on our way to meet friends for dinner on the east side.

We strolled through Central Park. As we were nearing Fifth Avenue and 66th Street we saw a woman stumble and go down.

We ran to assist. She was pale and her eyes were rolling back in her head.

A sizable crowd quickly came to her aid.

We tried to calm her down and make her stay still, but she insisted on getting up and then immediately collapsed again.

I called 911 and David darted to the food cart to get her water.

An Army medic rushed up and a nurse in training grabbed my arm and asked if she could help.

While I was on the phone with 911 another good samaritan offered to wait at the Fifth Avenue entrance for the ambulance.

The response was heartwarming and impressive.

Within five minutes an ambulance from New York Preysbyterian and a local fire department were there, ready to assist.

In a time of fragmentation and entitlement, it was rewarding to see people coming together unselfishly.

New Yorkers are amazing.


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