The Woman at the Door

She's choking, puking, head spinning and sick as a dog.  She seemed homeless and was barely standing. Her left leg was paralyzed by this blood infection that was killing her.  Though it's not contagious.  She was going through all this.  Or so she said...  That woman knocked at my door this afternoon.  She was pleading for an ambulance call.  As for me, I was so fucking late for an appointment.  I was so in rush that when she begged for help, I considered shutting the door on her face and make her see the next door.

I left her outside, dreading any sorts of contamination, then called the police for an ambulance and god damnit why are they so slow on the phone!?  I don't have all day - I'm late enough already.  I kept telling myself I shouldn't have opened the door.  I asked the woman questions that the paramedic needed  to know, keeping distance from her.  She smelled cigarettes and drugs to the core.

She thanked me, but I just locked the door, leaving her on my front door to wait for the ambulance.  I don't care how rude I may be. I did what I could for her.  I wasn't going to invite a stranger in with some suspicious symptoms, well am I.  When I was getting ready to leave, someone rang the bell.  Whether it was the woman or the ambulance man, I ignored it.  Like, fuck this! I'm trying to put my socks on!! I already called the police and told them I might be gone by the time they arrive!

And then I rushed outside and saw that the ambulance has come.  They were carrying her inside the truck.  I knew then that all trace of regret of having opened the door was gone.  She seemed safe there and all was well.  I felt almost happy for her.


My sister gave me that karma crap afterward.  Ok, just to make things clear: whether karma is real or not, I don't give a [----]  I didn't do that for me - nor am I expecting any goody coming back to me.  I did it for her.  This homeless sick woman who knocked at my door for a little help.  I'm still late for my appointment

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