This morning, as I drove through Wendy’s parking lot on my way to LA Fitness, I saw a man lying face down on the parking lot asphalt.
I stopped my car and asked him if he was all right. He barely responded.
Not knowing whether he had overdosed, been stabbed, shot, or merely collapsed, I called 9-1-1.
Within minutes the LAPD showed up, followed by the LAFD.
What follows is, in my opinion, a fine example of professionalism demonstrated by law and safety officers.
Boy, with tax season coming-again & again & again-it just makes you wanna lay out more money to help support all these losers who took everything life could give them, then tried to manipulate some more and then likely tried stealing when all else fails. I’m so happy to have been put to work since I was 12, gave to everyone who was in need and came to see them spit back in my face. This really is very representative of Van Nuys as a whole. I think I liked your pictures from Marina far better…even though it’s sad in what you & your mom are dealing with…
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I’ve always had consistently good experiences with LAPD’s Van Nuys division, and the department as a whole. They have always acted very professionally.
When I was t-boned on Sherman Way by a guy running the stop sign from the 405NB exit, the LAPD were there within a minute and dealt with all the information exchange. I was able to walk away (airbags are a great thing) but was still very on edge. One of the officers came and talked to me to try to keep me calm while awaiting a tow truck for my completely destroyed car.
The am-I-being-detained-moron they were dealing with in this video seems like just another drugged up loser. I’m glad you were there to film it for the sake of the officers in the event that idiot tries to file a complaint against them.
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That’s a good thing about the ubiquitous mobile phone camera. It can record episodes of good behavior practiced by law enforcement, moments that are probably more characteristic of the cop/LAFD workday than those seen on the evening news.
My own feeling about homelessness is that tolerance of it gradually erodes the once clear definition between public and private, human and inhuman, lawful and unlawful. It has now become normal to drive past a man sleeping on concrete, or living in an alley, or eating out of a garbage can, or defecating in the street.
And caught in-between the debates are law enforcement who are expected to tend to mentally ill persons, who are sometimes violent, without harming them.
I had no idea this morning if this man were hurt, assaulted, dying, ill or just wanted to be left alone. He was asleep on the pavement, in danger of getting run over. I did what I would hope others might do. Save a life even if the reaction from the saved is anger.
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Here in Van Nuys 