Waiting for Help on the Freeway

First, I think you should know that I am 65 and have a handicapped placard on my dashboard, as I am disabled and can not walk for any distance.

Recently, I had a blowout on the San Diego Freeway between Culver and Jeffrey roads. It was really a frightening experience and I was very grateful not to have been hurt. In the 90 minutes I sat waiting for help (with my hazard lights blinking) three different cars of Irvine’s “finest” police drove right past me--maybe they were on their way to an emergency or maybe just on their way to Winchell’s. I will never know.

But by the same token, neither did they know if I was just resting or bleeding to death. I would think that part of their job would be to check to see if the people in stopped cars (with their hazard lights on) need help.

However, this story is not all sad. A fine young man (Randy Henniger) stopped to help me. He was kind enough to drive me home so I could make arrangements for my tire repair. So, the event that started out so terrible came out OK, thanks to one young man who cared.

MARY G. OSTLING

Irvine