I received a call from a crying, frantic, young girl. She said something about a wrecked car and a broken phone. I said I couldn't understand and she put someone else on the line. It turned out to be a police officer from Mexico. He said the girl was in a car wreck and was trying to call her parents.
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I asked for her name and he told me her first name. It wasn’t my daughter. I was relieved but felt awful not knowing any way to help.
The officer asked where in Arizona they had reached with the phone number they dialed and I told him, “Tucson.” He thanked me and hung up.
