Once a month at the fast food joint where I worked, a group of special needs kids would come in and do little odd jobs here and there. It got them involved and helped them learn responsibility while gaining experience. On one occasion, the group showed up bright and early as they normally would, because that’s the time we would prep before we opened. I greeted them and chatted with them for a few minutes and then started to assign different tasks to each student. I had a kid sweep the storage room, one kid was breaking down boxes with one of my employees. Another kid was going over the dining room tables to make sure they were wiped down properly from the night before. Just little jobs here and there. I had one kid in the back with me along with the teacher’s aid. I was preparing soap water so he could wash a few dishes. Nothing major, just a few utensils and a couple of plastic containers. As the sink is filling, I turned to see if he was watching and I noticed a blank stare. I will never forget that look in his eyes. Before I knew it, he just fell forward, face first into the stainless steel sink. Blood started to gush from his lip and nose, then he hit the floor and started to have a seizure. I had never seen anything like that in real life, especially right in front of me. The teachers’ gathered around him, I was jumping over people to get to the phone and called 911. I returned and informed them that I called 911 and help was on the way. You’ll never believe what the head teacher said. She looked up at me and said, “Oh, you didn’t have to do that. He does this all the time”. Are you freaking kidding me?!?! How the hell am I supposed to know that!! It might have been a normal thing for them, but for me?, no way. There was nothing normal about that for me. Even though I was terrified out of my mind, I thought I handled it pretty well. I remained calm and didn’t cause any unnecessary panic. After a few minutes, they sat the boy up and he was responding to the teachers, he was still bleeding a little so I grabbed a towel for his bloody lip/nose. The ambulance arrived and I let them in. They started to attend the boy and the head teacher refused a trip to the hospital, so they checked him out right there and then they left. I didn’t know what their policy was or their procedures for handling such incidents, but I didn’t feel comfortable about how it was handled. Josh had grabbed a chair so the boy could sit down as the teachers gathered the other students to leave. I couldn’t help but be concerned, I asked him if he was ok, if he wanted some water, if there was anything I could do and before he could answer, the head teacher intervened and told me he was fine and that they’d take care of him once they got back to the school. If I was that child’s parent, I would have been furious at that kind of nonchalant treatment. I couldn’t believe it! So what if it happens often, you don’t act like it’s nothing, especially in front of people who obviously think it’s something to be concerned about. I have to admit though, to this day, I still wonder if I had overreacted. Was I too concerned? Did I jump the gun when I called 911? Were my feelings or instincts way off? I don’t know. All I know for sure is that I will never forget that day. What do you think? How would you have reacted?