Archive for November, 2009
I am a judge for Montréal Municipal Court. Currently I only take care of hearing contestations for parking and traffic violations. Montréal Municipal Court also take care of penal, criminal and civil cases. Please note this is very different from Small Claims Court.
I studied three years at the University of Montréal in Law, hoping to become a civil right attorney. After five years of work for a large legal firm, I was very lucky to see an opening in the region I lived in. I applied, got the job, and absolutely love it.
… Here is a case that I consider very funny and that I will never forget.
We got a call that an 80-year old female had been vomiting blood all day and her nursing home wanted her taken to the ER (After we spoke to the staff we found out she had been puking blood since 8am, but they didn’t call for us until 4pm because she was DNR.)
I spoke to her in her bed, and asked how she was feeling, and she told me she was a bit nauseous, but otherwise OK. We transferred her onto our cot and brought her out to our rig. As we were loading her in, I saw her eyes flutter and her mouth drop open. I jumped into the ambulance to check her pulse and respirations, and they were both barely audible. As I was grabbing her chart to get her details, a nurse told me she had a DNR order on file (DNR = Do Not Resuscitate) so there was nothing we could do to try to save her. We called back to base to see what they wanted us to do, and we were told to transfer her to the hospital, lights but no sirens, and turn her over to the M.E.
Terrorists attacked several locations in Mumbai, India, in November 2008, exactly one year ago. According to Wikipedia, “the 2008 Mumbai attacks were more than ten coordinated shooting and bombing attacks across Mumbai, India’s largest city, by Islamic extremists from Pakistan.”
One of the sites attacked was the Taj Mahal Palace & Tower. “By the early morning of 28 November, all sites except for the Taj hotel had been secured by Mumbai Police and security forces. An action by India’s National Security Guards (NSG) on 29 November resulted in the death of the last remaining attackers at the Taj hotel, ending all fighting in the attacks.”
This is a Q&A with someone who was there, a mixed-race Anglo-Indian British man.
Source: Mystics, Magicians, and Medicine People: Tales of a Wanderer, by Doug Boyd.
Rolling Thunder often repeated, “We do so many unnatural things, we don’t know what’s natural anymore.” One day he and I were sitting on the ground out in the desert … Suddenly he said, “You people don’t even know what a human being is! … You can look right at someone’s empty body and think that you’re lookin’ at the person when they’re not even there. Time and again, you people speed to the scene of an accident, pick up an empty body and take it down the highway at eighty miles an hour, leaving ht eperson miles behind, not knowing what the heck is going on!” …
As an example, he then described to me an episode in which he went into the hospital to assist a young lady—a friend of friends—who had been in a head-on collision and was a long time in a coma. (more…)
I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.
So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.
Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.
I graduated from college in May, and this summer seemed like a good time to go through the box of papers and assignments I had been saving since the start, both to reminisce and to do a little cleanup.
Tucked in a folder of an old notebook at the very bottom of the box was the essay that follows. Written in longhand, it was the first assignment from the first class in my first semester.
January 20, 2003
My Best Summer Memory
Hey man, I’m not really sure if you’re supposed to put an introduction in this thing, but here goes anyway. My name is ____________. My assignment today is to write an essay about the best thing that happened to me this last summer.
I know everybody’s been kinda looking at me in class, wondering why a dude in his thirties is taking English 1A instead of being out there working a job. I’m not too keen on talking about myself much. Most folks aren’t, I guess, unless they’re Paris Hilton. But since the assignment is a personal essay I suppose I don’t have much choice. Anyways the best thing that happened to me this last summer was when I finally got outta prison based on that DNA evidence.
I was taking care of a patient one day, months and months ago, who was dying of end-stage breast cancer. All day long I’d go in there to make sure she was okay and if she needed anything, and she just looked so frail and uncomfortable. Every time, though, she assured me she was all right, but I could see the tears in her eyes, and she just looked frightened and small. She was trying so hard to be brave and strong, despite her terminal condition.
Later on, her husband came in, who was a little old man with a cane. Her face brightened the moment she saw him, and she managed to stand up on her thin, unsteady legs to give him a hug and a kiss. He helped her back down on to the bed, and they sat that way, side by side, for the rest of the afternoon, just talking and holding hands and being together.
At one point, I walked by the room and saw him put a hand to her face and brush some of her hair away from her eyes. It was so beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time, this sweet couple enjoying what could be the lady’s last afternoon on earth in a hospital bed, together. There was so much love in that room, I felt like I had never seen so much love in two people’s eyes, and it was absolutely the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.