One year, me and my dad were driving to our grandparents place in Pennsylvania, about a four hour drive from where we lived. It was snowing pretty hard and visibility was pretty poor. About ten minutes out of town, this Subaru in front of us got too close to the guardrail, hit it, and flipped over the guardrail, making a complete rotation before landing right-side up on the side of the road. We pulled over to see if the driver was alright.

My dad checked her out, she was conscious and, while disoriented, didn't appear to be hurt. I went off and flagged down a driver with a cell phone, and called the paramedics while my dad sat with her.

She was a little old lady, and all the while she was talking about how she had just bought the car, and how she was going to be late for work. We stuck around long enough to talk to the paramedics as they came to take her to hospital to check her out, and tell the cops what we saw.

In the end, she wasn't injured at all, though she didn't make it to work that day, hehe. When we got back from visiting my grandparents, she called us to thank us for calling the paramedics and staying with her. I guess she got our number from the cops.

This was about ten years ago, but to this day, If I see someone in distress, for so much as a flat tire, I'll stop to see if I can help. It's just my duty as a caring human being, though I know some people who won't stop for anything.

heartless bastards

ciao,

michael