Would you let a hooker just die, OD? Or help her?
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That's straight up fuck'd cold behavior. I'd have to take the chance of being outed/ caught by the spouse, couldn't in good conscience leave them OD'ing without trying to help.
Although my wife and kids have seen me on multiple occasions step up and help people in medical emergencies (never pursued an EMT training, or career but did take lots of training in Boy Scouts, and on my own time & dime), rendering aid until the ambulances' have arrived.
I figured if some escort "od'd", I could probably play it off as having seen someone need help(and just hope that the news stories don't report the events or identify me, so far I've only been interviewed once by the news- they don't often chase down the anonymous good Samaritan) and that was over 7 years ago. All the other times, nothing more than a witness statement in a police report and even then the police don't care if you have ID or not, so I'm probably in a bunch of hand written notes or reports (most recently 3 weeks ago, pedestrian vs car and haven't gotten a call from the police, victim or driver)
Although my wife and kids have seen me on multiple occasions step up and help people in medical emergencies (never pursued an EMT training, or career but did take lots of training in Boy Scouts, and on my own time & dime), rendering aid until the ambulances' have arrived.
I figured if some escort "od'd", I could probably play it off as having seen someone need help(and just hope that the news stories don't report the events or identify me, so far I've only been interviewed once by the news- they don't often chase down the anonymous good Samaritan) and that was over 7 years ago. All the other times, nothing more than a witness statement in a police report and even then the police don't care if you have ID or not, so I'm probably in a bunch of hand written notes or reports (most recently 3 weeks ago, pedestrian vs car and haven't gotten a call from the police, victim or driver)
I see your point sir. But we are all living our own set of life and rules. My mind says? Hey. I didn’t give you no drugs. I didn’t knew you was using any either at that moment. I get the heck out of it. Plus at that time ? I had some major legal issues any way. So I was on the selfish side. Not going to sit here and say how good I am. Of course not. But let’s remember. Who these girls ( at least 90 percent of them are ) and it is what it is. If it’s me or you ? It’s going to be me. At least for me. And of course I respect your opinion as well.
You are a good man @Monty_monty ..
( provider or not, OD is far to common nowadays — Narcan is readily available to counter an OD if administered in time)
( provider or not, OD is far to common nowadays — Narcan is readily available to counter an OD if administered in time)
Who they are? They are someone's daughter, sister, mother. They are human beings.
I know we are all different but myself, I couldn't walk away from another human being that was dying without doing something.
You think you had major legal issues? If she had died I'm sure eventually they would have linked you as the last person who was with her despite how well you think you might have covered your tracks.
And if you had major legal issues than I'm assuming you're already in the system which makes it even easier to find you.
I know we are all different but myself, I couldn't walk away from another human being that was dying without doing something.
You think you had major legal issues? If she had died I'm sure eventually they would have linked you as the last person who was with her despite how well you think you might have covered your tracks.
And if you had major legal issues than I'm assuming you're already in the system which makes it even easier to find you.
Erika (best BBBJ ever) who used to hang out by the corner where Sayonara used to be said to me once that the day before she had a terrible experience. A john she was servicing in the Sayonara (he paid real good and didn't want any weird stuff) took some drugs "bad stuff" and OD right then and there. She called 911 and waited with him until they came. The cops asked her what happened and after she told them they said "get out of here". The guy survived.
I would hope that in similar circumstances and the girl was OD'ing that I would be at the same moral level as she was.
I would hope that in similar circumstances and the girl was OD'ing that I would be at the same moral level as she was.
As some of the contributors to this thread have suggested, the girl ( or gay for that matter) is someone’s child- No one chooses to become an addict, nor do they have control ( in most cases ) of their conscious and rational decisions- Their thought process does not function as a healthy human being ..
For the POS out there who would walk away from someone in a life/death situation, shame on you .
( There is the Good Samaritan Law, read about it- You may then be able to look at yourself in the mirror again)
For the POS out there who would walk away from someone in a life/death situation, shame on you .
( There is the Good Samaritan Law, read about it- You may then be able to look at yourself in the mirror again)
I've never stated I was a good person, I'm after all still chasing after people that have their own issues selling their bodies for 30-60 minutes of my sexual pleasure... so I'm at the very least an enabler of their weakness, for my own selfish reasons.
But I also can't just walk away from someone in an immediate medical emergency, I'd have to suffer the personal consequences of helping them... again having provided aid (thankfully in circumstances that didn't involve escorts and illicit drug usage) I've pretty much figured out that your name will not likely show up in a newspaper or on TV, and will most probably never even hear from the police regarding the event ever again in the future.
But I also can't just walk away from someone in an immediate medical emergency, I'd have to suffer the personal consequences of helping them... again having provided aid (thankfully in circumstances that didn't involve escorts and illicit drug usage) I've pretty much figured out that your name will not likely show up in a newspaper or on TV, and will most probably never even hear from the police regarding the event ever again in the future.
Alternative scenario
Your mother or someone’s mother is suffering from end stage disease and is in a tremendous amount of pain where only Oxy can bring some short term relief- She is instructed to take medicines every 8 hours, but sadly she cannot tolerate the pain and self medicates - The overuse of these type of meds will certainly cause one to be addicted , which can, result in overdose or death..
You find her on the floor, eyes rolled back foaming at the mouth , just short of respiratory arrest or heart failure-
Do you walk away from that ?
yea - some of the comments here infuriate me
Your mother or someone’s mother is suffering from end stage disease and is in a tremendous amount of pain where only Oxy can bring some short term relief- She is instructed to take medicines every 8 hours, but sadly she cannot tolerate the pain and self medicates - The overuse of these type of meds will certainly cause one to be addicted , which can, result in overdose or death..
You find her on the floor, eyes rolled back foaming at the mouth , just short of respiratory arrest or heart failure-
Do you walk away from that ?
yea - some of the comments here infuriate me
In the 90s my cousin had died of an OD in front of me. He was foaming at the mouth, convulsing etc... I used to do the popular drugs in the 80s with him. I got clean but he never did. I watched him die on the floor before calling to report it. It took hours, it wasn't the quick thing you usually see on TV or movies. It was the best thing for him and everyone around him. He didn't have kids but was a pain in the ass to his family, including me, and his girl friend. Sometimes it's best to just let nature take it's course and not interfere.
Thus far in my lifetime, my MO (modus operandi) has always been to stay and face the fire. (hopefully I won’t degrade into cowardice) And, for some uncanny reason, people like to “spontaneously die around me.” (left myself wide open on that one. Go ahead, boys, take your best shots!!!)
Fortunately, when I was 9 years old, I took a life guards, life saving course at the YMCA. I respected the instructor, because he was a “teenager.” That was an awe-inspiring age to look up to and respect in my generation. I paid attention to everything he taught. I was riveted in the class.
He taught so many methods to revive the dead. There was one maneuver he taught us, “if all else fails.” It’s a bit risky and forceful and could easily break the victim’s ribs. (But, we were taught that broken ribs heal and death doesn’t)
On two occasions the method of embracing the victim heart to heart and throwing “Mike Tyson-like”haymakers, pounding on their back, has served me well in reviving a small child and an elderly man. Other situations called for different methods. (The particular scene unfolds before you, and you are like a QB calling audibles)
But, psychologically, when faced with situations of reviving someone on the precipice of death, all thinking, planning, and analytics just cease. The present catastrophe calls every part of me into spontaneous action. There is just no thought of running and hiding.
The mere presence of another human being that suddenly became lifeless, always triggers in myself a massive surge of boundless emotion and energy that is extremely one-pointed.
In most cases, for myself, and I don’t know why, “intense anger” also arises, like I am battling “death,” an entity, that came to cause mischief. I really feel anger and hate for the premature presence of “The Grim Reaper.” It’s the feeling that you were born only for this single moment, a bout with death, to save this life. Everything else seems petty.
One victim suddenly became lifeless and his friends just decided that it was just his time to peacefully go. That “rage” filled me as I grabbed the body to perform life support. And, the two friends tried to push me away. I had to continue pumping the victim and fight off two guys preventing me from resuscitating him. I was aggressive and from a different culture and they didn’t like the way I aggressively performed the techniques. I screamed “your friend will die!!!” I kept on reviving the victim, under their protests and attempts to restrain me, until consciousness was regained.
But, the topic here is death by overdose. And, I can tell you by experience, that an OD death is extremely painful. In my experience, you don’t just peacefully slip away.
I was in a hospital recovery room once after an operation. They tapped my vein and overdosed me with an IV of some opiate-based painkiller. Immediately, my vitals plummeted. (allergic reaction, I guess) The pain is so indescribably treacherous. Like crashing repeatedly into the pavement 100 miles an hour and being forced, unsuccessfully, to penetrate the pavement consciously. The problem is that you are so extremely alive and vital and you experience intensely life being ripped away from you, so violently and brutally, unrelentingly and unmercifully.
So, my advice is not to walk away. Save a life. Save a great painful suffering for another human being. Guaranteed your good karma will return to you in your moment of need when you are helpless.
Life is queer that way. You are vitally strong in one moment, and then suddenly you are helpless, totally dependent on the mercy and salvation of another.
Fortunately, when I was 9 years old, I took a life guards, life saving course at the YMCA. I respected the instructor, because he was a “teenager.” That was an awe-inspiring age to look up to and respect in my generation. I paid attention to everything he taught. I was riveted in the class.
He taught so many methods to revive the dead. There was one maneuver he taught us, “if all else fails.” It’s a bit risky and forceful and could easily break the victim’s ribs. (But, we were taught that broken ribs heal and death doesn’t)
On two occasions the method of embracing the victim heart to heart and throwing “Mike Tyson-like”haymakers, pounding on their back, has served me well in reviving a small child and an elderly man. Other situations called for different methods. (The particular scene unfolds before you, and you are like a QB calling audibles)
But, psychologically, when faced with situations of reviving someone on the precipice of death, all thinking, planning, and analytics just cease. The present catastrophe calls every part of me into spontaneous action. There is just no thought of running and hiding.
The mere presence of another human being that suddenly became lifeless, always triggers in myself a massive surge of boundless emotion and energy that is extremely one-pointed.
In most cases, for myself, and I don’t know why, “intense anger” also arises, like I am battling “death,” an entity, that came to cause mischief. I really feel anger and hate for the premature presence of “The Grim Reaper.” It’s the feeling that you were born only for this single moment, a bout with death, to save this life. Everything else seems petty.
One victim suddenly became lifeless and his friends just decided that it was just his time to peacefully go. That “rage” filled me as I grabbed the body to perform life support. And, the two friends tried to push me away. I had to continue pumping the victim and fight off two guys preventing me from resuscitating him. I was aggressive and from a different culture and they didn’t like the way I aggressively performed the techniques. I screamed “your friend will die!!!” I kept on reviving the victim, under their protests and attempts to restrain me, until consciousness was regained.
But, the topic here is death by overdose. And, I can tell you by experience, that an OD death is extremely painful. In my experience, you don’t just peacefully slip away.
I was in a hospital recovery room once after an operation. They tapped my vein and overdosed me with an IV of some opiate-based painkiller. Immediately, my vitals plummeted. (allergic reaction, I guess) The pain is so indescribably treacherous. Like crashing repeatedly into the pavement 100 miles an hour and being forced, unsuccessfully, to penetrate the pavement consciously. The problem is that you are so extremely alive and vital and you experience intensely life being ripped away from you, so violently and brutally, unrelentingly and unmercifully.
So, my advice is not to walk away. Save a life. Save a great painful suffering for another human being. Guaranteed your good karma will return to you in your moment of need when you are helpless.
Life is queer that way. You are vitally strong in one moment, and then suddenly you are helpless, totally dependent on the mercy and salvation of another.
I had no idea dashingDan is actually Jesus and a part of this board.
So you decided to play "God" and let your cousin die in front of you? Taking hours to die?
I didn't realize how close to god I am now that you're part of this board.
When you meet your maker homie I hope they tease out your ending much longer than you did your cousin.
Your cousin was a human being that didn't realize they would become addicted and an addict doing some recreational drugs to start off with. But you chose his ultimate path in the end, which was to let him lay on a fucking floor and die.
No buddy system? Wing man mode?? He was family. Where is your loyalty?
I wouldn't trust a word this jerk off typed to this board. You got no spine. A real man protects their own blood for bad or worse.
KARMA is a real thing, and it don't have to come back on you to leave you crippled emotionally or physically.
If I was a MOD (and I am DEF NOT) I would ban you for being a piece of shit!
So you decided to play "God" and let your cousin die in front of you? Taking hours to die?
I didn't realize how close to god I am now that you're part of this board.
When you meet your maker homie I hope they tease out your ending much longer than you did your cousin.
Your cousin was a human being that didn't realize they would become addicted and an addict doing some recreational drugs to start off with. But you chose his ultimate path in the end, which was to let him lay on a fucking floor and die.
No buddy system? Wing man mode?? He was family. Where is your loyalty?
I wouldn't trust a word this jerk off typed to this board. You got no spine. A real man protects their own blood for bad or worse.
KARMA is a real thing, and it don't have to come back on you to leave you crippled emotionally or physically.
If I was a MOD (and I am DEF NOT) I would ban you for being a piece of shit!
