History Repeats
The first time I called 911,
I hung up.
A police officer came to our door,
and my mother had to explain
the kindergartener had been practicing.
The second time I called 911,
I called my mom first.
Someone had hit my friend’s car
while I was in the passenger seat,
and I needed my mom
to tell me what I was supposed to do.
My practicing ten years earlier
hadn’t prepared me for an accident.
Ten years later,
my history continues to repeat,
but it’s a little different now.
Now when 911 is called,
I pick up the phone to answer
and talk callers through emergencies,
car accidents,
and children practicing.
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