On NPR today an article told of a lady who had an accident
cutting herself. She was bleeding. She
called 911 and was rushed to the hospital where she was treated. She received good treatment, the same as the
other patients in the Emergency
Room. Then someone recognized her and
called out her title and name, like “Professor Howard*, what are you doing here?”
That changed everything.
They put her in a private room and called in a specialist. The treatment she got before was good, and after
they knew who they were dealing with, it
turned to excellent.
They went on to tell of a group, say a tour guide discovered
of one of the members of the group was from his or her hometown. The newly discovered home towner got special
personal attention.
Nobody got less treatment, the home towner just got better
treatment, from somebody his or her felt they had something in common.
The article said special treatment is natural.
It reminded me of a time several of us went to Acworth Beach
at night. We had booze. We could not drink a the Beach without
getting caught so we drunk our beer and some vodka across the water on the
other side of the lake, sitting on stumps.
After we had enough to get loaded we went back to Acworth
Beach. We could see the Pavilion lit
up. Teenagers were there partying. We parked on the outer fringes of the parking
lot, near a sharp bank. We were getting out
of the car and I heard a jingle. I
looked up to see the jingling coming from a flashlight coming down the bank in
the dark. When he materialized he was a
uniform elderly policeman holding a
flashlight and I suppose the jingling was from his keys.
He was an Acworth policeman!
“What’s you boys doing?”
“Nothing much.”
He shined his flashlight in the car to see empty beer cans,
and a half bottle of vodka.
He said drinking as a minor is against the law. He took out a pocket size note book and asked
our names. I was the 3rd
person to give my name, I said, “Edwin Hunter.”
“You any kin to Ed Hunter, the chief of the Cobb County
Police?”
“He’s my daddy.”
The policeman looked at his little notebook blankly for maybe a half minute,
but seemed longer.
He snapped his notebook closed and told us this is a
warning. For us to leave and don’t even
think about going to the Pavilion tonight.
“Yessir!”
We left.
That is another example.
*not real name
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