July 15th, 2011. Had a little excitment the other day.
So I’m waiting at a crosswalk 5 minutes from my school on my way home yesterday. As per usual a motorcycle shoots passed me at full speed, coming within 3 feet of running me over. Nothing new – this happens everyday (In fact if I didn’t almost get run over on my walk home I’d probably go lie down in the middle of the road for a few minutes, because my body is so used to its daily adrenaline injection that I get a little cranky if I haven’t had a near death experience by supper time). But that day was going to be a little different. After nearly running me down like the sick mangy chicken that can’t move as fast as it used to on the farmers driveway, the motorcyclist was going to have his own near-death experience. Suddenly, just up the road, a guy on a red scooter pulls out in front of the motorcycle right into his lane. Motorcyclist brakes hard, swerves, wobbles and then totally wipes out. The bike flips over and skids along the road, dragging the rider along for 10 or so feet.
Let me break down the events into matrix style super slow mo: My first thought, right as I see the scooter pull into the street – ‘What an a-hole’ regarding the rider of the red scooter who cut off the motorcycle. The bike swerves; ‘Oh…’ The bike wobbles; ‘…shit’. The bike flips onto its side ‘Woah. Shit.’ The bike skids along the pavement; ‘shitshitshitshit’. As soon as the bike comes to rest I take a quick look around – there is me and a little boy, maybe grade 4 or 5 at the crosswalk. There are one or two people across the road on the other crosswalk. There is nobody near the accident. I spring into action (remember we’re still in super slo-mo) – running toward the downed motorcycle, my jaw set, determination shining in my eyes – my muscles quiver and glint in the sunlight as I slow-mo run towards the accident, just like Mitch Buchanon from Baywatch. The early episodes, before he started listed drunkenly in later seasons. Alright back to full speed.
I get to the guy and see he is still conscious – which is a good thing, I think. I remember about an anecdote a friend and former employer once told me about the first thing to remember during first aid: ‘It’s not you who is bleeding on the ground, so don’t freak out.’ I remain calm, check him over for serious injuries, of which none are apparent. His elbow is gashed up pretty good and swollen/purple, but he can move it and it isn’t bleeding profusely. His pants are torn but he has only small scrapes on his legs. He is bleeding from a head wound, but its not alot of blood and he is conscious – I try to ask the korean boy to ask him his name/day of the week/day and month to check for concussion, but the Korean boy knows only enough English to say ‘I don’t speak English.’
If only I was a better educator. Anyway he is moving his arms and head at this point so I shove my backpack under his head. Two other people have rushed over from inside the gas station on the corner and are lifting the bike off his other leg and wheeling it off the street. After another minute or two the guy starts to get up, (which I don’t think is a good thing – I think first aiders are supposed to keep them lying down if possible) but he doesn’t speak English and I’m not about to force him to stay lying down. I grab one arm and another man the other and we help him off the road and into the shade. He’s doing alright now, leaning against the wall, more shaken than anything I think. I wait around until the ambulance arrives and then head home shortly afterwards.
All this was pretty exciting, and I’m not gonna say I was a freaking hero or anything – although I was – but the thing that has stuck with me the most is the other driver. Right around the time I thought to myself; ‘shitshitshitshit!’ The driver of the scooter, who caused the accident, has stopped a few feet up the road. By the time I start moving towards the accident, he has torn off down the road. Fleeing the scene of an accident – what a tool. It’s not really the fact that he ran away – its the fact that he decided to run away so quickly! Literally before I had taken 3 steps toward the accident he was back on his bike peeling away down the road. Which means that literally one of the first thoughts in his head was ‘I better get the heck out of here’ and not ‘Is he okay?’ or ‘Oops, maybe I should have looked left AND right before pulling out’. I mean, around the time I was thinking ‘Oh shit! Shitshitshit!’ He was thinking; ‘I might get in trouble for almost killing that man – better get my ass in gear. Should I check to see if he’s okay? Nah, that foreigner running over like Mitch Buchanon from the early seasons of Baywatch has got it’. Humanity man –> what a bunch of self serving assholes we are…
Anyway a couple games of Starcraft later I was basically over it (remember how I react to stress, right?).
In conclusion, I suppose if I could pick one lesson for you to take away from this post it would be that I am a hero. And that I’m at least as attractive as a young, non-alcoholic David Hasselhof. Oh, and you should help people and not be selfish etc, etc…
That’s all for now BNBers.