A few weeks ago I was medically cleared to resume my walking routine. Although I'm bummed out that I can't return to the gym yet, being able to walk through the neighborhood has done wonders for my psyche. I have come to relish the "me" time that meandering through the neighborhood affords me. I used to feel guilty about walking by myself, but I have come to realize that I am a better mom and a happier person when I take a little time for myself each day.
With both boys occupied with
various activities, yesterday afternoon I grabbed my headphones and my
cell phone and headed out the door. It was chilly (only 50 degrees) but
the sun was shining brightly against the brilliant blue sky. It didn't
take long for me to become lost in my thoughts as I walked along my
Turning down the final cul-de-sac, a large dog
barking brought me back to reality. I looked up, expecting to wave or
exchange pleasantries with a neighbor. At first I didn't see anybody and
I continued with my route.
The dog just didn't stop barking! I
quickened my pace as I walked by the house, hoping to move out of his
territory to stop the yapping, but as I looked over my shoulder, I saw
something that literally stopped me in my tracks.
It took a few
moments for me to fully absorb what I was seeing, but soon it became
clear that I was not mistaken. Lying by the front door of the home I saw
a completely naked, extremely pregnant woman. She was curled in the
fetal position, but there was no doubt that she was not wearing any
clothes. Her arm was pink from the sun, but she seemed oblivious to the
large dog barking in front of her.
I immediately felt a surge
of panic. I didn't want to be a nosy neighbor, but the entire situation
seemed unnatural. I couldn't come up with one reason a woman would be
lying, naked and pregnant, in front of her front door. She wasn't moving
and I became nervous.
The large dog kept me from approaching;
the last thing I needed was to be mauled by an unknown canine! After a
quick call to both my Mom and Scott, it became obvious that I needed to
call the police. Something wasn't right, and this woman might be in
trouble. I made the call.
Before I made it home, I was passed by
police cars and an ambulance zooming down the street. Scott hopped on
his scooter to try to gather information. He saw her propped up and
covered with a blanket. After about 20 minutes the ambulance left, the
sirens and lights providing a clue that she was inside.
no idea what happened to her or why she was lying naked outside. I've
been trying to rationalize what I saw, but I can't for the life of me
think of a benign reason she would be in that situation. Something was
obviously wrong, and I hope that she is okay! Although I hate calling
911, I know that it was probably the best thing I could have done in
I have been shaky since I stumbled upon this
lady. I am worried about her condition and continue to wonder why she
was outside naked. So much for my nice relaxing walk. I would have fared
emotionally better on the couch, eating a cupcake.