UFC's middleweight champion Chris Weidman was at the right place and at the right time. Weidman was on his way to pick up a friend when he saw an elderly neighbor bleeding profusely after tumbling through a glass table.
The UFC fighter talked to MMAFighting.com regarding the incident. He said "I was supposed to go pick up Stephen Thompson and his brother at the airport, LaGuardia, this morning. I was supposed to pick them up but their flight was late. So I was trying to clean out my car and it was a torrential downpour this morning. So I'm cleaning it out and all of a sudden I started hearing this noise -- Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! -- just repeating. It was so loud, but with the rain it was hard to figure out where it was coming from or what it really was."
He adds "I looked over at the direction it was coming from and could barely see somebody in their driveway, I'm pretty sure on the phone, getting soaked by the rain. First I thought they could've been yelling at someone, but their body language wasn't like they were yelling; it wasn't even like they were making noise. I was like, it must be kids making some weird noises or something, so I went back to cleaning my car. I didn't want to look again, act like I'm a weirdo or something, so I'm just trying to take the clothes out of my car and clean it up a little bit."
"And as I do, I keep hearing it. So I get in my car, I'm soaking wet at this point, I started driving toward the direction where this house was -- it was like two houses across the street from my right. That's not the way out, but before I head out, let me go that way just to see where the noise is coming from. And there was a figure in the driveway still. I was thinking it was somebody fighting with their husband or something on the phone, to be honest, but I started going that way. I had my window down and I started listening. And as I'm driving past the person, I could realize it's an older lady and she's yelling: 'Help me! Help me!"
"They transfer me, but nothing happens. I don't hear anything. Just nothing for a good 20 or 30 seconds, so I hang up. Then I call back 911 again and the same thing happens again. I explain the story, they transfer me to emergency services, and again nothing happens."
"I'm like, what the f**k?! So I call one of my friends who's a police officer in the precinct, I call him up and say, 'Listen, you need to call cops or emergency (paramedics). I'm with this lady here and it's not looking good here, she's bleeding all over the place and I'm trying to help her but I don't know if she's about to die. I'm freaking out, we need someone here right away.' So he said, 'Alright, I got it.' He hangs up and that's what eventually got people there. But I'm holding her, and it basically felt like 20 or 30 minutes before someone was there. The entire time she's going in and out a little bit, she's getting very dizzy."
"I definitely have a lot more respect for everybody who does that type of thing every single day, because this is a traumatic situation for me to be a part of. What the paramedics do, they're so calm and they're doing that every day. They're doing that on a daily basis. They're the heroes and no one is hearing about it. I just happened to be at the right place, right time."
