To the editor:
On Sunday, Oct. 20, 2019, at 1 p.m., my granddaughter, Hadley, who is a brain cancer survivor, was crossing Academy Street from Canterbury Street to go cat-sit a neighbor’s cat. She lost her balance in the middle of Academy Street because of the ruts in the road. Hadley fell face-first with injuries to her face, knees and arms.
She struggled to get up.
She said, “Grampy, cars and people drove by me while I was in the middle of the road on my hands and knees; they looked, pointed, stared at me, but nobody stopped to help. I was bleeding and hurt and was able to get to my feet and limp to the sidewalk. I slowly made it to my cat-sitting house. The lady immediately took me home to get cared for.”
Now I ask you — and you know who you are — how could you drive past this girl, in the middle of the road, hurt and bleeding, and not stop to render help? You, whoever you are, should be ashamed of yourself.
Whatever happened to good, caring people?
Jack McLean
Presque Isle
