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About 20 years ago, I was a teacher at a DC public school in an extremely poor neighborhood. I could go for days about the unsettling things I witnessed, but here's the incident that struck me most.

We had a "family fun day" which was really just an end-of-year field day to which they'd invited parents to help supervise. The entire school was outside.  Beautiful, bright sunny day, but hot.

There was no rain in the forecast, so we were completely caught off guard when one-half of the sky turned black. No kidding when I say I've never seen a sky that black - it looked like nighttime was coming. The temperature dropped so fast that I got chills from the sweat on my back and face. The whole thing was moving so fast that everyone sort of panicked. Instead of lining up by classroom and heading into the building in an orderly fashion, we just abandoned all the furniture and equipment outside and everyone just rushed all accessible doors and ran into the school.

Once inside, there was more panic because this storm was epic. Windows and doors rattled and leaked rain, the thunderclaps were so loud that they created momentary deafness and ringing in my ears. Kids were screaming and running into the hallway on their own because we were all afraid the windows would break. I can still recall the uncontrollable trembling in my body.

The whole thing was over in about five minutes. The sun was shining again before I'd even located everyone in my class.

While I was standing in the hallway trying find missing students, a kid from another class approached and asked if I had a Saint Bernard. It was such an odd question that I ignored her.

At the end of the day, what another teacher told me made me realize the girl was asking if I'd SEEN BERNARD. This teacher walked me down to his classroom, which was in an open space on the second floor. Behind his chalkboard was a short corridor with doors at either end and a stairwell leading to a set of external doors. I'd never known it was there, but learned that what was meant to be an emergency exit had become an entry point for people in the area. The locks on the external doors had been broken so they were chained from the inside. Against the law, but there was no money to get them fixed and the corridor had been used for criminal activity. The locks on the internal doors had not been broken and because they were exit-only, you could open them from inside the school but they locked on the other side and had no handle or knob on the other side.

So when this teacher got his class out of the storm, they were all freaked out by the rattling that those external doors were doing. He went to look through the small window in one of the internal doors, and saw that it was broken and bloody.  Inside, passed out on the floor, was a boy who'd been known to wander the halls. He was definitely a special needs kid, but that was another thing the school didn't have money for and there were A LOT of SN kids in that era of crack.

Bernard had gotten trapped in that corridor and tried to escape by breaking one of the door windows. It was a small window and above his head, so he'd obviously jumped to reach it. He broke through it and on the way down from his jump, his arm caught on one of the shards and cut a gash from his wrist to the crook of his arm.  The corridor looked like the beginnings of a Jackson Pollack. There was blood all over the walls, splattered on the ceiling, covering the floor in puddles, and you could his footprints going back and forth, up and down the stairs as he ran to each door before he passed out.

No telling how long he would have been there if it hadn't been for that storm because  most people didn't know about that corridor and the teacher never would have looked into it if it hadnt been for the rattling doors.

But the storm happened, the boy was found, and he lived. I hope whatever protected him that day stayed with him for the rest of his life - however long it is or was. Mortality rates for boys in that neighborhood were extremely high in the mid-90s. 
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