"Did you see the guy lying in the street?" My colleague had a look of amazement on his face.
We leaned toward the floor-to-ceiling window. A man was lying on his back on the pavement many stories below, his torso in the the street and his legs on the sidewalk. The man was middle aged to elderly, dressed in black with a long black coat. He was conscious.
Two police officers were speaking with the man. One officer crouched down while the other walked back and forth bringing supplies from their car. pulled a blanket from the car and covered the man. A moment later a fire truck pulled up. The firemen brought more supplies and administered first aid.
We were left to wonder what might have happened to the poor fellow. Did he slip or stumble? Had he suffered a health scare? Had be been pushed or beaten or hit by a vehicle? He was just there, an anomaly in a flowing sea of rush hour pedestrians, an unfortunate casualty of some unknown and unexpected fate. Satisfied that the man was receiving care, we resumed our work.
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