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Friday, May 29, 2009

Story I Promised

Earlier this week, my Mom and Step dad were at home, doing their regular thing when they heard a panicked knocking at the door. I should preface this by saying they live in the country in a very small community where no one ever even comes to their door. Let alone, ever beats on the door. When my Step dad went to open the door, he saw a man covered in blood, wild eyed and clawing at the door, "Help me! " he was screaming over and over.

My step dad asked if he had been in a accident and the man said yes. He went outside to help him and my Mom called 9-1-1. Once my step dad started helping the man, he realized that this was no car accident -the man had been stabbed. My step dad is a former Sheriff's Deputy, a former EMT and a member of the National Guard having served in several bouts of combat - so he is familiar to blood and triage and things that you and I are not used to seeing.
He began to apply pressure to the man's neck, where the stabbing had occurred. The man said that a man on the other side of the highway had stabbed him, but he had managed to get away, crawl across the highway and make his way to their house for help. He could not have asked for a better house to find - my step dad took care of him and literally saved his life. By the time the EMT's arrived, they said he was nearly out of blood, but he was alive.

The Sheriff arrested the man, who used the excuse of being drunk and jealous to stab the man. He initially blamed the attack on his dog, saying the dog had attacked the man. That lets you know what sort of a low life scum he was if he was willing to give up his dog instead of admitting what he had done. He was arrested and is in jail for the next month until his trial.
It all began and ended within about four hours. But that is a lot of time for small town talk to get around. the next day, the local newspaper reporter called, the mailman stopped by to find out what had happened and so on and so forth. It was on the news and in the newspapers, but there was no mention of my step dad. He probably wouldn't want to be recognized for what he did. But, he really deserves a ton of recognition. He made us all proud!






*The photos have nothing to do with the post. But, I hate photo-less posts. This is our Clematis in the backyard where absolutely no one can see it. It's gorgeous, though!

6 comments:

  1. WOW! What a story. That guy was very lucky to have picked your Dad's house...don't know what I would do if a bleeding man appeared on my front door steps. Lots of excitement for a little town!! Have a great weekend Shara. *elaine*

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  2. Wow, how lucky that the man stopped at your parents house!

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  3. Oh my gosh! How scary! I am glad the man is okay and that they caught the idiot who hurt him.

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  4. Wow! The Lord does provide! Of all the houses to crawl to. My goodness. Glad you were able to tell your step dad's story here. What a hero!

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  5. OH MY! What a story, and what a moment of complete and perfect fate that this man picked your Dad's house to go for help. I don't know what I would have done!

    That man is lucky to be alive!

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  6. Amazing! That man is so lucky to have run to your step dad's house. He definately saved his life. What a saint!

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