I was visiting a girlfriend in San Diego on October 6, 2009. Just when I thought I could some sleep, I heard a women yelling for help. I called 911, ran out the door without a shirt, and by the time I got down the stairs to run to the adjacent building--a police officer arrived. We rushed up the stairs of the next building, to find a woman covered in blood and her son standing near her. She identified him as beating her husband's skull in. The son was arrested and I was interviewed by homicide detectives and media.
It's a sad to day, when a scream echoes in the night and it might as well be from a mute. I was the only person out of an apartment building of 400+, who answered the call for help. However, I would charge in to help a stranger in a heartbeat even if it cost my own.
Darren Chaker, www.DarrenChaker.com
