This is the first time I have ever had to call 911. I am a housing office assistant at my school, and someone came up to me and told me to call 911 for them. Weird experience for sure. I never thought I would have to make one, but it happened like 15 minutes ago.

Have any of you had to call 911 before? How did you handle it? Luckily I remained calm, but it was still nerve racking. So what are your 911 details.

Lets try to keep them personal though!

When I was younger my little brother, who was only about a year old at the time, hit the 911 speed dial button on my phone. I hung it up immediately, but a cop still showed up at my house like 20 minutes later. I explained to her what happened and she gave me a sticker and left.

I called 911 a couple weeks ago due to a bar fight I was watching from my balcony. Not the first time I've had to for that dive either.

Time to move probably.

I've had to call 911 once however my mom had to call it also with me being in the house with her. My experience was reporting some teenagers on my yard after apparently they had been in an accident. Just called em up like I would call anyone and told them where I lived, my name and the situation that was going on nothing more really. Apparently the people next to the house called as well about it and the cops got here rather quickly to deal with them.

Only nerve racking time was when someone came pounding on the door to speak to someone. There was no one here by that name and the person refused to leave kept shouting/cursing at me. Mom picked up the phone and called the cops then told the person outside the door they were calling the cops. Have to say that's one of the few times that I really would have liked to have had a gun in the house for protection. The person outside the door seemed to be very unstable which concerns me to this day.


With 911 I don't consider it nerve racking unless you have to call them because of some extreme emergency like you happen upon an accident. When that happens it can be hard to deal with but it's best just to take a few deep slow breaths then proceed as calmly as possible.

I called 911 to get an ambulance for one idiot while the other idiot drove the truck to the hospital.

It was back when I was in the Navy. We were wasting time doing the patriotic serve our country job of hacking some weeds in a parking lot used to store Army trailers. Why? Because that's all the people in charge of us could think for us to do for the day to "earn our pay".

So here we are with dull machetes and an axe cutting down branches, when the two idiots decide to both start hacking at a large branch opposite ends of each other. Well they eventually swung at the same time and one almost got his thumb cut right off. Sliced down to the bone at any rate.

Ended up getting yelled at by a Chief like it was our decision to be hacking weeds with machetes like cheap landscapers, and then ended up getting yelled at by Air Force safety guys for not getting trained in the proper use of said dull machetes or been given personal protective gear (gloves, which they didn't have or give us because everybody is stupid).

The whole experience was just pathetic.

I really don't have any respect for 90% of the military anymore. Everybody up and down the chain of command was just a total sack of useless pathetic waste. <_<

Bad area here. I've called then a few times. Once for a prowler in our back yard. Once because the neighbors were lighting off bottle rockets and making them land on everyone's roofs (except theirs of couse). Once because some dufus illegal alien rear-ended my car, then tried to run. Once because some thugs down the street were trying to beat the crap out of one of my friends. We've long since given up on calling them every time a gunshot goes off or people start yelling at each other. Cops have always responded within 5 minutes though, so kudos to the local PD.

Nope thank goodness and hopefully I never will.

I've only had to call once when I was little and found my dad on the kitchen floor struggling to breath or speak. The call itself went well enough, the operator kept my brother and I calm. It was still a pretty scary experience though.

Just remembered my other experience involving 911. Honestly can't believe I didn't think of this one first.

I was fourteen and at a friend's birthday party and we all decided to go wander the neighborhood after midnight. About a half hour later we were completely lost (though the friend who's neighborhood we were in wouldn't admit it) and wandering down some random street. Suddenly, some guy runs out of his house with a flashlight and a taser and starts chasing us. I was the slowest of our group so he ended up catching up to me and tackling me to the ground. My friends kept going, so I was alone, and he threatens to tase me unless I settle down, and then tells me that he thinks me and my friends broke into his car, and, according to him, wants me to come back to his house so he can check his car and/or call 911. Obviously, I refuse and he basically tries to drag me there. Seeing no other way out, I gave him my cell phone so he can call 911 from the street corner we were on. The cops came, the guy went checked to make sure his car wasn't broken into, and the cops called my dad to come pick me up.

Why did you have to call 911? Like what was the emergency?

I've never called 911 in my life.

I have however called 000 following me and my mates seeing someone get hit by a car while walking home from the movies.

Many years ago I was driving down the mountain with my girlfriend on our way to a night club and some idiot on an pickup comes speeding around us and careening on down the road, about five minutes later I see the same truck on its side on the side of the road. I pulled over and tossed my cell phone to my girlfriend and told her to dial 911 and repeat what I say. I gave location, orientation, the make of the truck and the tag number before crawling under it to check out the driver. I did a quick breathing, bleeding and broken bone check then started questioning the driver. The cops had plenty of detail by the time they showed up, just in case the drunken idiot tried to lie his way out of it.

As a general rule for most dorms (and other similar housing arrangements, like assisted living for the elderly), if a resident asks you to call 911, you--assuming you're the caregiver or someone in authority, like SilverEagle was in that situation--are legally obligated to call 911 for them. At least that's how it is in my state.

Since it was a dorm, well...could have been anything, really. Somebody drank too much, passed out and hit their head on something; your roommate turns out to be a sociopath*; domestic violence; somebody OD'd on something, whatever.

* Cool story, sis time: one of the few times I've dialed 911 in my life was for an incident like this. Guy I knew had a roommate who was a straight up sociopath; one time it got so bad he wound up crashing with my roommate and I while I dialed 911 and the dorm's residence director for assistance (at 2AM, no less). Good times!

I'm pretty sure that sociopath was the same one who liked to get drunk and literally destroy the bathrooms and smear bodily fluids all over the building elevator (don't ask, you DO NOT want to know) on the weekends, now that I think of it.

...College is fun, kids! :wacko:

I've called for injured neighbors, auto accidents, prowlers, a falling traffic light post-hurricane, exes harassing me at my residence.
Oh, and the hubs.
Someone has called 911 for me due to diabetic complications, (convulsions, hypoglycemic coma, hyperglycemic coma) head trauma, victim of sixual assault, collapse due to meningitis. It is pretty unsettling to wake up in a strange room a day or week later and not know how you got there. I got released from the hospital after one particular stay, and got to work one day just in time to convince a tow truck not to tow my car. I had to show him my hospital papers.

Well a guy in a truck in front of my car slammed on brakes and caused me to slam into the back of him. I wasn't rear-ending him, it was going 70mph on the New Orleans Parish and I didn't have time to slow down after I reacted. The guy started speeding to try to get away real fast but I starting speeding behind him and managed to get his tag number. Called 911. The guy was drunk.

had to once when my mom had some kind of cervix infection or something, i tried at least, we were living in an apartment building and the closest phone was an emergency phone for the whole complex. but it was tapped onto the hook and i could not get it off.

Aka thunder's post reminded me of one I forgot.

I had to call 911 because a man wearing nothing but a trench coat was jumping up and down, exposing himself in traffic on I-95. People were nearly wrecking into each other, and this was before the cell phone. I lived about a mile and a half away, and called when I got home. The dispatcher said she'd send someone out, I could hear the people in the background laughing,.

I called 911 a couple of days ago because a neighbor was firing a gun in their yard---it turns out he had every right since the area I live at is county not city. What gets me is that I live in a neighborhood so----IDK. If I had to shoot my gun (Taurus M66 .357 Magnum) it's going to be a damn good reason and not target practice.

I was an RA in community housing in my college days and I had to report a student death on two separate occasions (happened a couple of years apart). One was a suicide and the other person had apparently choked on something they were eating.

And I thought my old neighbours were bad. Wow, was I ever raised in a well-mannered town.

My first time I was around 12. A friend of mine was shot. That's all the further I care to say about it.

I recently had a 'wtf' moment involving 911. I was at my father's house towards the end of the summer. My father lives in a nice white neighborhood. A car stops at a stop sign near his house and sits there for a while. My father looks out the window and notices there's four black males in it. He immediately tells his wife to call the police. I look out the window and see they're holding something that appears to be a map. I turn and say 'I think they're lost. I'ma go ask if they need directions.' and I walk towards the door. My father stands in my way as his wife is screaming something about gangs or some-such. The 911 operator tells her the car isn't breaking the law and hangs up. My father and step-mother start ranting about useless police and slinging racist remarks. I cursed them out and stormed out to the car.

Three black guys and a black girl trying to get to Cleveland. Looking at a map. I directed them to the highway, they tanked me and left. I went back inside and called my father and his wife bigots (in a much more obscene and offensive manner) and I haven't spoken to them sense.

It's amazing how a few years and a change of location can change someone so drastically.

I called 112 (our version of 911 around here) first time two years ago, when my apartment was on fire. Shortly after that fire fighters bursted into my flat with fire axes.

heh... probably should've mentioned that. It was a girl that was complaining that her thyroids were swelling up. Her throat was burning, her voice was barely there, her blood pressure was low, and I guess the health office told her to go to the hospital as soon as she could YESTERDAY...

She said she didn't want to pay for the ambulance, and told me to call the school security. I did, and they told me to call 911. I told her that's all I could do, and she said to. So.. Naturally when a person tells me to call 911 because they are afraid to die, I did. Pretty sure she was scared out of her mind, and that was the cause of most of her issues. I told her to keep calm because freaking out about it will only make it worse.

Never had to call them because I just handle my [censored].

One time I could see a guy laying on the floor in a gas station in front of my house and he just wouldn't move so some people went in there and called 911, they came and got him up and he just left. I have no idea why the paramedics let him go, considering he couldn't even stand straight, he then went into the woods near the same station and did the same thing but no one could see him there so I called 911 (112 actually ) and told them where he was, that time they called the cops and the cops took him :shrug: