This was my day to do my marathon 24 hour Christmas shopping where I knocked out my entire shopping list in one day.
So I was tucked safely asleep at about 3 a.m. when a loud and frantic pounding played the rumba on my front door. I was still living in an apartment in Clinton Township at the time. The knocking and urgency of the knocks woke me and startled me.
I peaked through the peak hole and my neighbor Donna flayed her arms about and had a look of shock on her face. I could hear a slight gasp from her mouth, but other than that she was pretty quiet.
I opened the door and she immediately pointed to her throat. Donna was choking. She’d taken her night time meds before turning in when a capsule became lodged in her throat. She could not remove it and I was her last resort.
I was frightened by the sudden change in my life and watching a woman fight for hers. I spun her around and attempted the Heimlich maneuver to dislodge the pill. It did not work. She panicked more and I became even more frightened.
I tried again. No dice.
Finally I popped her in the back and I heard a gurgling sound as the pill popped into her mouth and she spit it on the floor. Donna scrambled to collect the capsule and then proceeded to thank me a million times.
I felt a weird combination of exhaustion and exhilaration. Donna was safe.
“You good?’ I asked her.
She nodded and scrambled back into her apartment.
A few hours later a calmer knock greeted me. I did not rush to the door because this did not seem to be a call for urgency. I opened the door in time to see Donna’s door close. I looked down at a giant Christmas tin filled with three dozen freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
“Thank you for a wonderful time last night,” a note read.
It would be my best Christmas gift that year because it came from the heart. Mostly it was the best gift because Donna was still alive.Find Terry Foster Podcast here: