in about 1981 i started work at the quaker oats distribution in dallas,it was the best job as far as benefits i'd had,it was a brand new warehouse and i was lucky i drove past it making deliveries driving a truck around town and stopped in to apply the first day they were taking applications.
i had sent in a resume to the home office in chicago after having contacted the man who would be the d.c. manager,i never heard from him,but i meet him the first day at work,this guy was a real character,i don't want to talk bad about him,but he was stupid.do you sense a little bitterness?well i was,i had to just be lucky the day they were taking applications to stop.i had to deliver casting sand to a small foundry that did that kind of work nearby that day.
well,i lived about 25 miles away,so i wanted to get a little closer so i got an apartment closer to work,i got off at 3 p.m. unless we worked 12 because if we worked 10 we went in at 5,we didn't take lunch,the gave us 20 minute breaks and if we worked overtime we took breaks every 2 hours.
on a nice spring day i got home about 3.30 because i bought a newspaper on the way home most days,i had my windows open and my front door also,i lived up stairs.
about 15 minutes after i got home i heard the voice of a woman outside calling for help,i stood up and looked around and walked down the stairs to get a better look,there next to the trash dumpster was a guy laying on the ground and a older woman stooped over him,i ran out to see what was wrong.
the woman told me it was her son and that they had walked to the dumpster together,she had thrown a bag of trash in and when she turned around he was on the ground.he jaws were clinched and his face was turning red.
i told her i'm going to try and pry he jaws apart,heck i was lost,i didn't know what else to do,and i said,if i can get them open a bit blow in his mouth.i pushed on his chin and tried to push on his upper front teeth to try and do this but no more than i started he relaxed and his color came back and he opened his eyes.
his brother whom he and his parents were visiting came down during this time and had ran back and called an ambulance.while waiting for the ambulance his mother theorized he had slipped and hit his head on the pipe railing that ran next to a seasonal creek next to the parking lot.
he had a knot above his eye i think.well i learned his folks were from michigan,and had come to visit their son and daughter-in-law.after the ambulance took him off i didn't see them again.
about a month later i saw his brother when i took some trash to the dumpster and he was walking up.i asked him about his brother and if they found out what the problem was,well,it seems his brother had been in a pretty serious car wreck a couple of years earlier and had suffered some head injuries,he recovered alright,was released from the hospital and cleared by his doctors.
so two years later due to some unforseen injury to his brain he had a seizure,and he said he would probably would be on medication the rest of his life.
i really felt bad for his mom,her desperate calls for help,and there wasn't a dang thing i could do,and didn't know what to do anyway.it was like being all dressed up,with no where to go.i really don't know if any layman could have done anything.my initial thought was that he had swallowed his toungue and i had grabbed a twig to be prepared in case i got his mouth open to flick his toungue back.
oh,well,just one of those deals
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i had sent in a resume to the home office in chicago after having contacted the man who would be the d.c. manager,i never heard from him,but i meet him the first day at work,this guy was a real character,i don't want to talk bad about him,but he was stupid.do you sense a little bitterness?well i was,i had to just be lucky the day they were taking applications to stop.i had to deliver casting sand to a small foundry that did that kind of work nearby that day.
well,i lived about 25 miles away,so i wanted to get a little closer so i got an apartment closer to work,i got off at 3 p.m. unless we worked 12 because if we worked 10 we went in at 5,we didn't take lunch,the gave us 20 minute breaks and if we worked overtime we took breaks every 2 hours.
on a nice spring day i got home about 3.30 because i bought a newspaper on the way home most days,i had my windows open and my front door also,i lived up stairs.
about 15 minutes after i got home i heard the voice of a woman outside calling for help,i stood up and looked around and walked down the stairs to get a better look,there next to the trash dumpster was a guy laying on the ground and a older woman stooped over him,i ran out to see what was wrong.
the woman told me it was her son and that they had walked to the dumpster together,she had thrown a bag of trash in and when she turned around he was on the ground.he jaws were clinched and his face was turning red.
i told her i'm going to try and pry he jaws apart,heck i was lost,i didn't know what else to do,and i said,if i can get them open a bit blow in his mouth.i pushed on his chin and tried to push on his upper front teeth to try and do this but no more than i started he relaxed and his color came back and he opened his eyes.
his brother whom he and his parents were visiting came down during this time and had ran back and called an ambulance.while waiting for the ambulance his mother theorized he had slipped and hit his head on the pipe railing that ran next to a seasonal creek next to the parking lot.
he had a knot above his eye i think.well i learned his folks were from michigan,and had come to visit their son and daughter-in-law.after the ambulance took him off i didn't see them again.
about a month later i saw his brother when i took some trash to the dumpster and he was walking up.i asked him about his brother and if they found out what the problem was,well,it seems his brother had been in a pretty serious car wreck a couple of years earlier and had suffered some head injuries,he recovered alright,was released from the hospital and cleared by his doctors.
so two years later due to some unforseen injury to his brain he had a seizure,and he said he would probably would be on medication the rest of his life.
i really felt bad for his mom,her desperate calls for help,and there wasn't a dang thing i could do,and didn't know what to do anyway.it was like being all dressed up,with no where to go.i really don't know if any layman could have done anything.my initial thought was that he had swallowed his toungue and i had grabbed a twig to be prepared in case i got his mouth open to flick his toungue back.
oh,well,just one of those deals
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