by Scott Creighton
After writing my latest article about Malala, I was finally able to take my dog Church outside for a short little walk. He’d been begging me to go out while writing and he obviously really needed the relief.
So we go out and it’s just starting to get a little dark down here in Tampa and we usually only go out in the front yard for a bit then off to the back yard for him to do his important business. And I notice up the street a little way, something that looks like a lump on the sidewalk in front of a wheelchair parked next to a dumpster.
My eyes aren’t what they used to be and I couldn’t figure out what it was. Turns out after a closer examination, it was a man lying on the sidewalk.
He wasn’t moving. I tried saying something to him and he didn’t respond. Didn’t move a muscle.
I was without my cell phone so I returned with Church back to the house and called 911.