Funny you mention that. Once on a very hot day something basically this: a man was found laying on someone's lawn. Based on what I overheard, calling the police was the only thing folks could think of (the conversational irony: they were simply presuming or fearing him to be dead) . I shook my head (probably I was the only non-corporation there). The man woke up easily, but had been overcome by the heat. Simply, I made sure he wasn't dead (coroner/sheriff?) and was OK (i.e. didn't die and was reasonably coherent and capable of walking). He had passed out from the heat (it didn't take probably 1/4 of neuron to figure that much out as hot as it was that day). Money was pressed into his hands and a store with nice cold water was pointed to, off he went apologetically and very thankful. I suspected he was highly perplexed the police hadn't been called: he seemed to check the money and his surroundings wondering he hadn't wandered into another reality.
So consider: the roles of corner, sheriff and king. And it wasn't even my neighborhood (or was it? or is it?). I later realized how I was irritated that all those folks could think of was "call the police". No doubt they probably wondered why I seemed so nice to him but a bit edgy toward them. Except I must admit the money didn't out of my pocket. However, it did come forth after I suggested the obvious remedy: "He needs help/water, give it."Go pay the tax at the store and the clerk will give you something cold to drink.