Hello and welcome back to another video. Hello and welcome back to another episode. Let the fun begin. In my 40 years on earth I have seen some crazy shit. For example, I once helped a paranoid and delusional neighbor get treatment for a drug addiction and got locked out of my apartment. Then later on I incubated a bacterial disease that caused my skin to break out into red oozy sores. But this was much creepier.

It all began on my drive home from work on a quiet summer afternoon after replacing a payment terminal at a gas station Outside my van. The sky was clear, blue and hot when my van climbed the last half mile of Misaba Avenue in Duluth. Then it all fell apart when I turned left onto 4th street to come upon an historical middle age Hispanic woman screaming that her daughter had been stabbed. Then, on cue, the daughter stumbled out from the home. The lady must have been in her early 20s and dressed in jet black clothes. Before I could respond, the hysterical mother opened the sliding doors on my van and laid the daughter down on my equipment in the back. Now there was no turning back. I reversed the truck as fast as I could on the narrow street while my new passenger screamed in the back Drive faster. I was bleeding back here in a repetitive chorus. But when I reached Misaba Avenue I knew that this trip would be no reenactment of the fast and the furious, complete gridlock awaited me. I could feel my blood pressure explode like that of a nuclear reactor in a meltdown. Is this what it's like to be an ambulance driver? I'm dying back here.

I gunned the engine and raced through the last intersection, bringing the hospital into sight, punching the horn. I pulled into the ramp that I believe was the ER, but a locked door impeded my entry. I pressed the call button and screamed that this stabbed woman needed urgent help. The voice on the other side said that I'd have to enter the ER on the other side. I continued to plead but in the end only screamed at the wall. I gave up and returned to the van to find the last line awkwardly, on my equipment. They won't let us in.

I lifted her over my shoulder for the last block to the ER, but instead she felt like a sack of sand. At that moment I felt a terrible wave of sorrow wash over me. Had I failed this woman? Is she about to die here on the hot pavement? I can't let that happen. I ran down to an ambulance parked at the end of the street where the EMTs were inside relaxing. This woman needs help. The EMTs got into action like trained soldiers and got to work applying pressure to the wound. The damsel had been stabbed above her right breast and the blood had her black shirt shiny like it sparkled in the sun. They cut off her blood soaked shirt and applied bandages While she laid out on the hot pavement. Then they brought her in the stretcher and rolled her away.

My exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks, but I got no rest. My actions had made me, in a fashion, a celebrity of crime. Two young officers arrived in pristine uniforms. They photographed me with their smartphones and for the first time I realized that the damsel had smudged blood onto my shirt. I explained to them how I ended up here. Then another officer arrived and the process was repeated. They must have considered me a suspect in the slashing of the young lady, because the officers wanted to seize my auto and uniform for evidence. When the officers were satisfied with their photographs, they escorted me into the hospital to change clothes. I looked like a gothic clown afterwards in the ridiculously tight black pants and vest.

The afternoon was fading when I finally left the hospital to chill in the cooling atmosphere while the officers did their investigation. I'd become so popular that the local detective wanted a word. In the meantime, I got entertained by a parade of patients rolling into the ambulance entrance and another officer arrived to supervise me. All that I could do was chill out until it was all over. An hour later the detective arrived in a van marked crime scene investigation. He was a balding middle age man that couldn't hide his exhaustion. This man was more cheery than the other officers and he had complimented me on my van Real, splattered in blood like that of a mischievous child. He had a real camera for the first time and took great care in photographing me again and the inside of my van. Then, like a celebrity, on a press stint, I explained my recent activity before finally getting let free to drive home to find four street clothes by two cop cars To the man that stabbed that woman that afternoon. Justice is waiting for you. You will not escape what you did to her.