"hello, what is your emergency?"
striding down the street on my way to work, i hear sirens in the distance. the sirens grow louder as the ambulance turns the corner and draws near, the wailing coming up from behind me.
the wailing continues as the car is stuck behind a myriad of cabs and city buses. and i start to feel sick to my stomach as this vehicle screams its urgency behind me, i'm outpacing it as i walk.
and i think about the desperation of whoever it is waiting for this ride, say a silent prayer for them, and pray myself that i'll never need emergency medical help while anywhere in midtown manhattan.