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http://hotair.com/archives/2010/04/25/video-the-disturbing-story-of-the-good-samaritan/
Watch and be sickened...
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I hope I don't offend you, but I am not surprised or terribly upset by this video, and I understand why some people would not help. About nine years ago I was packing for a trip when there was a knock on my door. I opened it, and there was my neighbor, naked. She was obviously battered and bruised, and she was crying and barely coherent. She told me her boyfriend had just beaten and raped her and was holding their five-month-old baby girl hostage. I got her a blanket and called 911. What followed was a nightmare.
My home was surrounded by police officers and detectives. My yard was declared a crime scene and cordoned off with yellow tape. I was forbidden to leave my living room. I was interrogated by the police like I was a criminal, first by one officer and then by another. They played the good cop/bad cop thing, one being really nice to me and one treating me like I was garbage and yelling at me and threatening me with being charged with a crime if I lied. I was home alone and very confused and frightened, and I was angry at the police for playing this game with me.
When the investigation was over, guess what happened? The woman was arrested because it turns out she beat the shet out of her boyfriend so badly he had to go to the hospital, and he locked her out to keep her from attacking the baby. She was naked because she was too stoned to bother with clothing. The "good cop" followed up with me later and explained the whole thing to me.
Would I have left the man in the street? No, of course not! I would have at least called 911, and most probably would have sat down in the street next to him to try to comfort him until help came. But I might have regretted it, based on the experience above.
The world is complicated, and people are cold, callous and indifferent to the sufferings of others. Video games, movies, television and the secularization of society is the reason why. The second reason is nice people who will lay their lives on the line for someone else get tired of being pushed around and taken advantage of, and when they decide to draw the line and say no more, the world gets a little lonelier. I am neither callous nor tired of being pushed around. I am cynical and jaded and I never believe what I read and rarely believe what I see.
(I never got my blanket back either.)
Please fast forward seven years. Same neighborhood, different house. My husband woke me up in the middle of the night saying, "There's a woman laying on our lawn!" I did not believe him, but he assured me there was. He said he was awakened by her crying for help. I ripped the blanket off the bed and told him to take it to her, as it was only 12 degrees that night. Then I called 911 as I ran downstairs.
There was indeed a woman laying on our front lawn, without shoes or a coat. She was crying very faintly, "Help me." We don't know how long she had been there or how much longer she would be able to survive that kind of exposure. Her cries were very weak. The 911 operator wanted me to give her medical information on the woman. I said I did not know her and was not capable of assessing her condition. I was pissed as hell at the operator and scared to death and just wanted the cops to get there.
The cops came. Seven cruisers full of cops. One ambulance. One fire truck. They pulled the cars up to our front porch and one deputy proceeded to yell at me for not taking the woman in my house. I told her the house was mine and I will decide who enters it. The cops retrieved the woman from the lawn, calling her by name and making fun of her. It turns out they know each other. The woman is a methadone and OxyContin addict who had wandered off in her delirium. Their interest in helping her was basically zero. I went to the police cruiser and made sure she was covered, and I had to insist that the deputies cover her feet. I tried to calm her down, as she was frightened and crying.
Before the cops took off, I told my husband I wanted my blanket back. I lost a blanket many years before during the previous incident, and I didn't want to lose another. My blankets are $100 each. My husband went to get it back from the deputy, and she told him it was filthy after touching that woman and he should sanitize it. That's lovely. I didn't think she was dirty at all.
This lady very well could have died on our lawn, and by the grace of God my husband heard her cries. I would not have heard her, and my dogs did not alert us. Later we found out other neighbors saw her there but didn't want to get involved.
I'm thankful and grateful to God we helped her. I'm not grateful that the neighbors watched the whole thing like we're circus freaks, and I'm not grateful for the scolding the cops gave us, a lawn job courtesy of their cruiser, and the sleepless night.
I'm also not thankful that the next day the woman was returned home and found nearly dead in the middle of the street
I hope I don't offend you, but I am not surprised or terribly upset by this video, and I understand why some people would not help. About nine years ago I was packing for a trip when there was a knock on my door. I opened it, and there was my neighbor, naked. She was obviously battered and bruised, and she was crying and barely coherent. She told me her boyfriend had just beaten and raped her and was holding their five-month-old baby girl hostage. I got her a blanket and called 911. What followed was a nightmare.
My home was surrounded by police officers and detectives. My yard was declared a crime scene and cordoned off with yellow tape. I was forbidden to leave my living room. I was interrogated by the police like I was a criminal, first by one officer and then by another. They played the good cop/bad cop thing, one being really nice to me and one treating me like I was garbage and yelling at me and threatening me with being charged with a crime if I lied. I was home alone and very confused and frightened, and I was angry at the police for playing this game with me.
When the investigation was over, guess what happened? The woman was arrested because it turns out she beat the shet out of her boyfriend so badly he had to go to the hospital, and he locked her out to keep her from attacking the baby. She was naked because she was too stoned to bother with clothing. The "good cop" followed up with me later and explained the whole thing to me.
Would I have left the man in the street? No, of course not! I would have at least called 911, and most probably would have sat down in the street next to him to try to comfort him until help came. But I might have regretted it, based on the experience above.
The world is complicated, and people are cold, callous and indifferent to the sufferings of others. Video games, movies, television and the secularization of society is the reason why. The second reason is nice people who will lay their lives on the line for someone else get tired of being pushed around and taken advantage of, and when they decide to draw the line and say no more, the world gets a little lonelier. I am neither callous nor tired of being pushed around. I am cynical and jaded and I never believe what I read and rarely believe what I see.
(I never got my blanket back either.)
Please fast forward seven years. Same neighborhood, different house. My husband woke me up in the middle of the night saying, "There's a woman laying on our lawn!" I did not believe him, but he assured me there was. He said he was awakened by her crying for help. I ripped the blanket off the bed and told him to take it to her, as it was only 12 degrees that night. Then I called 911 as I ran downstairs.
There was indeed a woman laying on our front lawn, without shoes or a coat. She was crying very faintly, "Help me." We don't know how long she had been there or how much longer she would be able to survive that kind of exposure. Her cries were very weak. The 911 operator wanted me to give her medical information on the woman. I said I did not know her and was not capable of assessing her condition. I was pissed as hell at the operator and scared to death and just wanted the cops to get there.
The cops came. Seven cruisers full of cops. One ambulance. One fire truck. They pulled the cars up to our front porch and one deputy proceeded to yell at me for not taking the woman in my house. I told her the house was mine and I will decide who enters it. The cops retrieved the woman from the lawn, calling her by name and making fun of her. It turns out they know each other. The woman is a methadone and OxyContin addict who had wandered off in her delirium. Their interest in helping her was basically zero. I went to the police cruiser and made sure she was covered, and I had to insist that the deputies cover her feet. I tried to calm her down, as she was frightened and crying.
Before the cops took off, I told my husband I wanted my blanket back. I lost a blanket many years before during the previous incident, and I didn't want to lose another. My blankets are $100 each. My husband went to get it back from the deputy, and she told him it was filthy after touching that woman and he should sanitize it. That's lovely. I didn't think she was dirty at all.
This lady very well could have died on our lawn, and by the grace of God my husband heard her cries. I would not have heard her, and my dogs did not alert us. Later we found out other neighbors saw her there but didn't want to get involved.
I'm thankful and grateful to God we helped her. I'm not grateful that the neighbors watched the whole thing like we're circus freaks, and I'm not grateful for the scolding the cops gave us, a lawn job courtesy of their cruiser, and the sleepless night.
I'm also not thankful that the next day the woman was returned home and found nearly dead in the middle of the street
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Hey, i haven't got any climbing shoes and im going to climb snowdon, it will probably take about 5 hours of walking too, will it be fine? :(
Getting climbing shoes isn't an option as i don't have time, my question is, will it be ok?
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OK, no big problem. Best with walking boots..not climbing boots which are much stiffer....but trainers are fine if the soles are still grippy. It can get wet on Snowdon.....careful of slippy rock.
If you really mean climbing shoes...rock climbing shoes...well, they're not of much use for a walk up Snowdon. There's no rock climbing on the Pyg track or the Llanberis path...it's an uphill walk and then a downhill walk.
I do mountain running in trainers and low cut walking boots. Been up Snowdon maybe fifteen times or so walking or running.
Trainers are popular for mountain running for both men and women.
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Take it easy, watch your step and keep your feet dry...the big thing when you're walking is dry feet.
When they get wet the skin softens, tiny rubs get to be damaging rubs and a blister blows up.....
Thin cotton socks with thick woollen socks outside, firm but not tight fitting footwear, and keep dry....no friction then and no blisters.
I used to treat over 300 a day of them on the Njimegan Liberation Marches in Holland...fabulous walking event with military and civilian teams from round the world and enormous parties and Blister Balls. Working all evening and marching next morning.
Four days of Paradise and fun.
http://www.walkthewalkfundraising.org/event/nijmegen_2010 . . . .
http://www.4daagse.nl/index.php/en.html . . . . .
I was in a British Army marching team and I was a medic for the British military contingent but we treated all who came to us and for free...that's why they came. Busy old time.
Blisters are not fun. We drained them and filled them with Friars Balsam for the really bad ones for the top competitive teams who had to succeed at any price...honour and pride, a country's ambassadors in sport, the memory of who went before and the reason for the Marches, ...whatever reason, do not fail. Honour with victory those who we remember. And go home with a Nijmegan Cross.
Leave the balsam to get into the skin for a few seconds, drain it out, and put a dressing over it. Agony, and it turns swarthy soldiers into crying wrecks for a few minutes, but they can march the next day...with tanned skin....tanned hide that is, instead of raw skin.
Like tanning leather, but on live raw skin under the blister..
God, it hurts!!
Civvies got gentler treatment.....all TLC and sweet dressings. Met some lovely people, gorgeous girls from around the world...and treated their feet,haha
Take it steady....keep an eye on the weather and eat well. Mountains and hunger go together.
All that fresh air and exercise. Great view though...enjoy it.
OK, no big problem. Best with walking boots..not climbing boots which are much stiffer....but trainers are fine if the soles are still grippy. It can get wet on Snowdon.....careful of slippy rock.
If you really mean climbing shoes...rock climbing shoes...well, they're not of much use for a walk up Snowdon. There's no rock climbing on the Pyg track or the Llanberis path...it's an uphill walk and then a downhill walk.
I do mountain running in trainers and low cut walking boots. Been up Snowdon maybe fifteen times or so walking or running.
Trainers are popular for mountain running for both men and women.
http://www.athleticsireland.ie/content/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/30265.jpg . . . . .
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EELaKA__qm8/SqYeDTBNcxI/AAAAAAAACDg/2VlDZLP5uBw/s400/IMG_0920.jpg . . . . ..
Take it easy, watch your step and keep your feet dry...the big thing when you're walking is dry feet.
When they get wet the skin softens, tiny rubs get to be damaging rubs and a blister blows up.....
Thin cotton socks with thick woollen socks outside, firm but not tight fitting footwear, and keep dry....no friction then and no blisters.
I used to treat over 300 a day of them on the Njimegan Liberation Marches in Holland...fabulous walking event with military and civilian teams from round the world and enormous parties and Blister Balls. Working all evening and marching next morning.
Four days of Paradise and fun.
http://www.walkthewalkfundraising.org/event/nijmegen_2010 . . . .
http://www.4daagse.nl/index.php/en.html . . . . .
I was in a British Army marching team and I was a medic for the British military contingent but we treated all who came to us and for free...that's why they came. Busy old time.
Blisters are not fun. We drained them and filled them with Friars Balsam for the really bad ones for the top competitive teams who had to succeed at any price...honour and pride, a country's ambassadors in sport, the memory of who went before and the reason for the Marches, ...whatever reason, do not fail. Honour with victory those who we remember. And go home with a Nijmegan Cross.
Leave the balsam to get into the skin for a few seconds, drain it out, and put a dressing over it. Agony, and it turns swarthy soldiers into crying wrecks for a few minutes, but they can march the next day...with tanned skin....tanned hide that is, instead of raw skin.
Like tanning leather, but on live raw skin under the blister..
God, it hurts!!
Civvies got gentler treatment.....all TLC and sweet dressings. Met some lovely people, gorgeous girls from around the world...and treated their feet,haha
Take it steady....keep an eye on the weather and eat well. Mountains and hunger go together.
All that fresh air and exercise. Great view though...enjoy it.
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