My car just broke down on the highway. I think I’m having a heart attack. My daughter has been missing for the last six hours. There’s a fight going on outside my apartment building.
These are the reason why we call them. Cats can be stuck in trees or heads can be pooling blood onto floors, but we always call for the same reason: We’re confused, scared and panicked. We need help. We need to be saved
If only they can save us from everything. How sweet life would be if by dialing those three simple digits, they can save us from it all.
911, what’s your emergency? I don’t know how I’m going to pay my mortgage this month. The doctors don’t know what wrong this me. I think I’m dying of a broken heart. I have to bury my only child tomorrow. How do I get my wife to remember my name; her own name? I can’t seem to find God, no matter where I look.
I suppose one could call this prayer. That you are “calling” God, or whoever it is you believe in … but I can’t seem to find his number in the yellow pages. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if God even has a phone.