About 1967 I was one of seven or eight cousins in a Midwestern suburban park when one of the younger ones tripped and hit her head against a bench. She was not

About 1967 I was one of seven or eight cousins in a Midwestern suburban park when one of the younger ones tripped and hit her head against a bench. She was not gravely hurt, but it tore the skin on her temple, and it bled a lot. A couple of utter strangers, a man and a women of probably 45 to 50, drove her and an older sister to the emergency room while the rest of us waited for my mother to get us. It all worked out. We rounded up the cousins at the ER. The one who fell had no visible scar. Sometimes I think about this and how odd it seems in the context of the last 25 years. If my wife and I showed up at the ER with two girls from a town 200 miles away I think that the staff would call the police. I also wonder what would be required in the way of release forms, payment assurance, and so on.