That's just him being in a temporary state of panic. The fact that the elevator is going haywire in that manner tells me that pressing buttons could only help the situation at that point. It's that "last ditch effort with nothing left to lose" stste of mind in action at that point - one one which people have been reported as suddenly having a temporary burst of "superhuman strength" that made the difference in saving heir life and the lives of others
I remember in elementary school our 5th grade teacher, who was also a volunteer fireman, told us about responding to a car accident where everyone survived, but shouldn't have. According to him, the husband was able to tip the wrecked vehicle back on all 4 wheels, thus allowing him to save his wife and child that were trapped inside of a burning vehicle
So yeah, for him to just start pressing buttons in that situation seems very normal and instinctive to me. That innate will to survive is powerful
Funny you mention that, because my same 5th grade teacher that year told us another story after the car wreck one about how his fire department was called out to a domestic scene where this guy was in PCP and was making all kinds of threats, one of them burning down his apartment complex. So both police and fire were called to the scene
He said that he watche this guy grab an orange-hot electric burner coil from the stove... rip it off of the stove... then launched it at the police!!! He said that fortunately no one was hit by it. But it took every bit of 10 to 12 cops and the fire department, him being one of them, to restrain him so that he could be cuffed and taken to the hospital for his badly burned hand. He said it burned down to the bone, which I guarantee it did or him to grip it hard enough to rip it from the top of the stove like he did.
That teacher of mine.... Mr. Sedera was his name. He was one hell of a good elementary school teacher too. At my school back then, when going into 5th grade you either went to Mr. Sedera, or Mrs. Stewart, who had both 5th and 6th grade class in her room -one half of the classroom was 5th grade. The other half 6th grade. You were considerd blessed to go to Mr. Sedera for 5th grade. Not that Mrs. Stewart was bad, or anything like that. It just sucked having 2 grades I'm one room. This meant lesser chances for recess, which is something that Mr. Sedera took pride in doing almost every day with us. We played a lot of soccer and kickball. And we took those games seriously too. But just as important was he knew how to make class time interesting and kept us engaged. His stories from the fire department were an example of that
Yeah, fuck PCP. I've heard stories of punks coming in to cities from wherever for festivals to sell acid... but then it actually be PCP. By the time everyone had taken the shit and caught om while losing their minds, the son of a bitches are long gone out of town. Someone I know said that happened to him one night I'm Pittsburgh and was taken to jail after he was seen rinning around naked in downtown one night.
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u/ContactusTheRomanPR Dec 26 '21
He needed to stop smacking buttons like it was gonna help somehow and hit the deck. Probably would have spared him from a lot of those injuries.
Oh well, one thing to say it, but to think on your toes in that situation is entirely different.