Cops Rush to a Caller’s Home and Find an Old Woman with a Broken Arm Who Hadn’t Eaten for Days — Story of the Day

An old lady calls her local police department with an unusual request for help, and two kindly policemen come to her aid.

When the phone rang at the police station that day, no one imagined they would be receiving an unusual call for help. Most calls reported crimes or emergencies, but this one was so much simpler — and yet more complicated.

“Hello,” said a trembling voice on the other end of the line. “I wonder if you can help me. I can’t leave the house, and I haven’t eaten in three days…”

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The horrified dispatcher asked for the caller’s name and address and immediately sent a unit to the location. By chance, the unit closest to the address at that time was manned by officers Steve Jones and Garret Franklin.

The dispatcher explained that it was a wellness check on a woman who had claimed to be unable to leave her home and who said she was starving. Within minutes, the two officers were at the address.

To their surprise, the address took them to a beautiful house with a lovely garden in a pricy neighborhood. Not what you’d expect from someone who said they were starving.

The two officers walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. After a long while, they heard slow, shuffling steps, and the door opened. A tiny old woman stood clinging to the door, trembling.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” said Garret gently. “We received a call for help from a Mrs. Hilda Ross. Is that you?”

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“Yes,” whispered the woman. “Please, come in.” The two officers followed the woman into the house, and they noticed that her left arm was roughly bandaged and in a makeshift sling.

Mrs. Ross led them to the lounge and invited them to sit down. “Mrs. Ross,” said Steve. “Ma’am, are you hurt?”

Mrs. Ross blushed. “Yes,” she whispered. “I fell off the ladder on the back porch. I was trimming the bougainvillea…”

“I see,” said Steve. “And you were all alone?”

Mrs. Ross nodded. “My son lives with me, but he’s on a business trip, and he won’t be back for another two weeks.”

“Ma’am, have you seen a doctor?” Garret asked

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“Oh no,” said Mrs. Ross. “It’s just a painful sprain! The problem is that it hurts so much I can barely walk, and two days ago, I ran out of food.”

“You haven’t eaten in two days?” gasped Garret. “What about your neighbors?”

Mrs. Ross shook her head. “We moved in a few months ago, and I don’t know anyone. I can’t walk to the store; it hurts so much… I didn’t tell my son because he’s just started this new job. I didn’t want to worry him.”

Mrs. Ross didn’t...