Something is going on at the 24th St BART, and it’s not looking good:
UPDATE: Mission Local reports:
A 60 year-old man collapsed on the platform of the 24th Street BART this morning. He was a construction worker, on his morning commute.
The man was dead by the time that paramedics arrived.
if he collapsed on the platform this morning, why were they examining him at street level in the rain? Two bodies?
I was there for this. He was outside the entrance at the NE side. When I walked by at 8:10, someone was just calling the cops & no one had told the BART agents down below. He didn’t collapse on the platform, unless someone moved him, which is obviously unlikely. He was on the brick area outside the station. Really sad.
Really sad? OK, if you say so. But it’s what happens to mot of us, eventually. To my way of thinking, getting shot or stabbed or beaten to death before the age of 30 is really sad.
This just seems like real life.
Well that is about the crankiest thing I ever heard you say. Jeezus.
Seriously. I usually find your crankiness amusing, but this is too much. Just because death happens to everyone, some sooner than others, doesn’t mean it’s not sad.
This stuff is hilarious. Every so often, one of you rubes says something like “Wow, you really ARE cranky!”
NO SHIT, SHERLOCK. I could call myself anything to post here — literally, ANYTHING. And I choose, day in and day out, to call myself what I call myself. I bet you drink coffee and complain because it doesn’t taste like strawberries.
Cuttin to the bone there. Way to show respect.
Well, yeah. Seeing a dead body on the way to class was unpleasant enough and it would have been awful had he been in a pool of blood or something. I’m sure other people walking past would agree. Seeing a dead man was not how I would have liked to start my morning. Beyond me, I’m sure his family and friends would have chosen ANY other way to start their morning. 6, 36, 60, stabbing, heart attack, suicide… all death sucks.
As for your comment about “it happens to most people”… oh god. I hope I’m not part of the select few who are NOT part of that group. Life after 100 seems kind of boring.
Funny you should play the “family card” there — ’cause you didn’t mention anything in your earlier post about being a member of this guy’s family. Because you’re not, I’m guessing. Which tends to make me think your sadness is a passing fancy. Which would maybe explain why you aren’t posting about your “sadness” on the Mission Mission thing right after this one.
Let me tell you something about me. I’ve been the guy lying on the ground. It really sucked, gasping for breath like a landed fish, right in front of the woman I love (who, fortunately, had the composure to call Kaiser and get me to the hospital) and, as bad and personal as it was (I survived), it was nothing like the regret I feel about those people I’ve known who died because of suicide, ODs, AIDS, early-onset Alzheimer’s and assorted diseases… mostly young.
So, seeing a dead body? Um, if that’s the only one you ever see, then welcome to the club. Otherwise, it’s good training for the rest of your life. If you haven’t noticed yet, life is basically a carnival of death.
Oh, and the part about “it happens to most people”? The other people are those who don’t make it past 30, not those who live past 100 (I agree, though; I wouldn’t want to be them, either).
I just think that, of sad places to die of natural causes, that one is pretty high up on the list. Maybe 16th street BART surpassing it by a bit.
Believe it — when you think you are dying, it really isn’t a big deal where it is.
I’ll keep that in mind Saturday. Stay Cranky, buddy!
Must of been the aroma of stale urine as you enter the escalator, that along with the stench on the trains this man didnt have chance. RIP.
classy thread… way to show kindness
You’re looking for kindness in all the wrong places.
no empathy
Go for it, asshole.
http://www.missionmission.org/2011/06/07/local-bands-vs-local-cancer/
Really. Prove you give a shit. No more stupid sniping at people you don’t even know a little bit. Prove you really care. C’mon, punk.