The Time Chooses You
"Help, she’s choking…"
The plea came barely audible over the sounds of the nightly dinner rush and the piano playing in the bar across the floor. The plea came from the table next to ours that was separated by a partial height partition. It wasn’t a frantic cry for help and it seemed almost unenthusiastic. Regardless, I was out of my seat around the corner and to the table in about 3 seconds. By the time I got there a man was struggling to pull an elderly women out of her bench seat and get her over a chair. Read more