No Good Samaritans

What's wrong with Washington, D.C.? I am a new resident of the city and am wrestling with shocking disappointment in my fellow citizens. As a pedestrian I was struck by a hit-and-run driver at Constitution and 10th Avenue NW. It happened at 5 p.m. on a recent Friday. The driver "almost" stopped, then took off.

No bones were broken. But as a small-framed female, the impact was significant and immediately I went into shock. The first hit was to the left side of my body, the second was to the right side, when I was knocked into a nearby taxi, stopped in traffic. I had direct eye contact with the client in the back of the taxi, as the realization of the impact occurred to me. Conscious, but too dazed to get the license plate number, I tried to collect my belongings that had flown about. But my fellow citizen, the really upsetting part of the story is that nobody in our great city stopped to check on me, though I am sure that there were at least 10 direct witnesses.

Steeped in adrenaline, I moved out of the street myself. Perhaps some of the witnesses thought that since I was able to get up and move out of the street, I didn't need any help. But this is absolutely no excuse. Anybody who's ever fallen down or wrecked a bicycle knows that in the smallest of physical traumas, adrenaline works analgesic miracles.

I waited and rested for a while. Nobody stopped to offer help. I found myself walking dazed. I woke up five hours later in New York City! In shock, I had walked 10 blocks and boarded the New York-bound bus that had been my destination before I was hit. Eventually I got to an emergency room. I can physically heal from the accident, but how can I mend this disappointment in my fellow citizens of Washington?

April Hawkins

Logan Circle

Everybody Loves a Winner

In the article "Ex-Owner's Son Has Doubts on Baseball" [District Extra , Oct. 7], Brian Short claims his father tried all kinds of promotions with no positive results. There was one promotion he did not try that might have worked; it's called building a competitive team.

In his first year of ownership, the team finished 10 games over .500 and drew over 900,000 patrons (sixth in the American League).

Louis A. Pope

Lusby, Md.