It happened again last night.  Someone called for help.  The only problem was, they didn’t call 9-1-1!  They called family.  In another state.  Halfway across the country!  THAT person called 9-1-1.  The trouble with that?  9-1-1 here isn’t the same 9-1-1 there.  (It’s not one big room of dispatchers.  I can’t stand up and yell “Yo! Boston! Line 3!”) Precious time is ticking away, and the person who needs help is endangering themselves by calling the wrong place.  The first person you think of when you need help can’t do much from 2,000 miles away!