What a beautiful city. How exciting. Precious time visiting my kids.
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Tripped, and down I went while strolling and sightseeing. Oh, no, tears — did I just hit my head? Oh, God, my elbow! I’m 700 miles from home. Within 20 seconds, I had three to four strangers helping me get up and caring for me.
One young man said, “I’m going for ice at my apartment.” When he returned three minutes later, he had a bag of frozen corn, Tylenol, two bottles of water and snack crackers! The kind lady from the Chicago City Day School brought a chair out to the sidewalk for me. I was so dizzy.
The next hero helped by calling my son and directing us to the nearest emergency room. I felt so cared for. Yes, I have many injuries and required elbow reconstruction surgery, but these beautiful humans helped mend my broken heart too.
My visit and touristy plans were canceled and I flew home early, but you can count on me going back to Chicago as soon as I heal! Thank you, my heroes. I don’t know your names, but I will never forget you. Selina Hoover, Fairhope, Alabama When a cop loses his cool, colleagues must act Here is what I observed from the bodycam video of Tyreek Hill’s detainment by Miami-Dade Police.
He gave his license to the officer and rolled up his window. The officer wanted the window to remain completely down. The officer escalated the situation because Hill kept raising his window.
Hill stated in a subsequent interview that he had raised the window to avoid gazing eyes fro.