A child dials 911 seeking assistance from police officer.

Generally, we tell our kids to call 911 if they ever need help. But one child took the lesson to a completely new level!

The child was experiencing problems with his homework, so he made the decision to call for help. Since 911 was the only number he knew, he took up the phone and dialed it. Is it true that the people listed on this number are ones that need help? Indeed. I think he was right someplace, too.

The operator who was answering began asking the standard questions. Following a lengthy period of miscommunication, the operator discovered that the child truly had difficulty with math problems.

The entire phone call they had is available below. We were really amused by this and laughed a lot. The YouTube video is also available at the conclusion of the article.

Operator: emergency 911

Boy: I do require assistance.

Operator: What’s wrong?

Boy: Using my arithmetic.

Operator: Using your lips?

Boy: Not using my math. I must complete it. Are you going to assist me?

Operator: Alright. What city do you reside in?

Boy: I can’t do the math.

Operator: You’re right, I understand. But where do you live?

Boy: No, I’d rather have a phone conversation with you.

Operator: I’m not able to do it. I can dispatch another person to assist you.

Boy: Alright.

Operator: What type of math problems are you having trouble with?

Boy: These are my takeaways.

Operator: You must complete the takeaways, I see.

Boy: Certainly

Operator: Okay, so what’s the issue?

Boy: I need your assistance with my math.

Operator: Alright, explain the arithmetic to me.

Boy: Alright. What is 8 minus 16?

Operator: You inform me. How much do you estimate it to be?

Boy: I have no idea, 1.

Operator: Not at all. What is your age?

Boy: I’m just four years old.

Operator: Four!

Boy: Certainly.

Operator: What’s the next issue? That was a difficult one.

Boy: Well, this one’s here. Five things to take away.

Operator: Five minus five, what do you think that is worth?

Boy: five

Female: Johnny What are you doing, exactly?

Boy: I’m getting help with my math from the policeman.

Woman: Did I mention that I was going to call you?

Operator: The mother is here.

Boy: You told me to call someone if I needed assistance.

Woman: The police aren’t who I meant!

Matt Heath: My parting message: Enjoy things while they are around

A lot of big, tragic and important things have happened to this wonderful country of ours since April 2014. None of which I have covered. I was too busy writing about hungover parenting, ancient philosophy and my dog Colin.

Out of the 536 columns I have written, 27 were about that guy. Far too few. He is such a good boy, he deserves an article a week.

Today is the end of an era for me, and whenever these final events pop up in our lives, we can’t help but think about the ultimate end.

Everything we do, we will one day do for the last time. That’s why you have to enjoy things while they are around. It’s not just big events like leaving a job, house or loved one either. Whatever moment you happen to be in now, you will never get it back, and you don’t know how many more you have.

Everything we do in life, from eating pizza to spending time with the people we love, to driving, writing, drinking or breathing, we will one day experience for the final time. It might happen tomorrow. This can be either a depressing or an inspiring thought, depending on how you look at it.

A few years back in this column, I interviewed professor of philosophy William B Irvine, of Wright State University, Ohio, on this very topic. He put it this way on a Zoom call: “Recognition of the impermanence of everything in life can invest the things we do with a significance and intensity that would otherwise be absent. The only way we can be truly alive is if we make it our business periodically to entertain thoughts of the end.”

Today’s column is very meaningful to me because it is my last. Like the last night with a lover before she goes overseas. And just like a lover, there have been some half-arsed efforts put in from me over the years. Last week, for example, I spent 750 words moaning about how bad my cricket team is. But the truth is that any of my columns could have been the final. If I had reminded myself every week for the past 10 years that the end is inevitable, I may have been more grateful for having a column and appreciated writing them all as much as I am this one.

While everything we do could have more meaning with a focus on finitude, some things are inherently more worthwhile than others. There is no doubt my column “The pros and cons of wearing Speedos” from November 2022 was less meaningful than most things in this world. That was a waste of everyone’s time. So, if we only have so much time, how do we pick the best things to do?

Well, Oliver Burkeman, the author of Four Thousand Weeks – Time Management For Mortals, suggested this to me in a 2022 column: “Ask yourself, does this choice enlarge me? You usually know on some unspoken level if it does. That’s a good way to distinguish between options.”

With that in mind, I don’t feel great about my 2018 article on “New Zealand’s best hole”. That didn’t enlarge anyone.

There will be people reading this column right now who have loved my writing in the Herald and are sad to see it end. Others will have hated it and are glad to see me go. Many won’t have any opinion at all. But for those in the first camp, I have good news. I have a book coming out on May 28 called A Life Less Punishing – 13 Ways To Love The Life You Got (Allen and Unwin Book Publishers). It’s a deep dive into the history, philosophy and science of not wasting our time lost in anger, loneliness, humiliation, stress, fear, boredom and all the other ways we find to not enjoy perfectly good lives. It’s available for pre-order right now (google it if you’re interested).

A Life Less Punishing took me two years to write and is equivalent in words to 100 of these columns. Which would be a complete nightmare for those in the hate camp, but as I say, great news for those who want more.

Anyway, thanks to the Herald for having me, thanks to the lovely people who make an effort to say nice things to me about my column nearly every day and thanks to the universe for every single second we get.

Bless!

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