Yesterday morning I was headed to work after an early morning doctor's appointment near NYU. As I approached 6th Avenue, I saw a man fall. Two students offered to help. One went in and got some napkins. We all offered to make phone calls but he declined.
He said he felt fine, but there was quite a lot of blood. I think his first inclination was to keep going to work and clean up, but it was clear that the napkins were getting more and more soaked. He said he'd go to St. Vincent's, and I offered to accompany him since it was on m way.
When we exchanged names, he said he was a doctor.
What's the protocol here? When does on call 911? At first he seemed like an elderly man who had stumbled. On closer inspection he wasn't that old, in his fifties perhaps, and he was responsive and aware of his surroundings.
This event just underscored last week's encounter with the frail Mrs. Mitchell. New Yorkers are seen by many as abrupt and unfriendly, but we're practically tripping over each here. We do respond when someone seems to be genuinely in need.
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