accident with motorbikes and passengers on the ground, four cars stopped, eight people in everything, all with in hand the mobile phone. I stand in the middle of the road............ .
a bitter story.
I had placed this episode in the forgotten, but reading your writing came back to mind;
I went to pick up a joint in the hospital to bring him home, just out of the nosocomium I realize the road is blocked by a assemblies of people, going down to ask to move and I realize that I pour on the asphalt there is a man apparently bloody, motionless seems dead.
They tell me he was hit a few minutes before by a pirate on the road who hadn’t even stopped after the accident.
I was about to leave when I noticed a movement of the cheek of man, I tell the people who did not die, who needs help, but no one moves, run back to the hospital explaining the incident, I ask them to go out with a stretcher, they answer me that they can not bring the stretchers out (the wounded was about 30 meters from the entrance of the emergency).
I return to the place and ask those present to help me carry it by weight, the more they move away, volunteer a boy and together we transport him.
After handing him over to the doctors, a fierce policeman demands our documents and reports the incident.
after about a year, he got a phone call to my house, he was that man I had rescued who crying asked me to visit him, I tried to tell him that I had done only my duty, but there was no way to convince him, insisted, and an afternoon accompanied by my girlfriend then, I went to see him.
We were greeted by his wife, an icy and formal woman, who accompanied us in the room where he spent the whole day, almost motionless on an armchair, the accident had given him many invalidating fractures.
I was very uncomfortable in seeing him in those conditions, but the poor man visibly excited, after having thanked me a thousand times for “having saved his life”, in the comrade asked me to return to him, what I promised but never maintained.
after a few years, I accidentally reunited the wife, and embarrassed by the unmaintained promise, I asked for news of the husband, and she testified and without titubance: “senta, I don’t know if to take it with her or with the father-in-law for what I’m going through.” a bitter, old story, happened several years ago.
, I run out of the triangle and I go to place it around the curve (to none of the "sons" had come to mind), my wife who goes to deviate the cars that go on fire (of which one who insisted to go straight despite the crash because "I have to go out of there, I'm in a hurry, don't you understand?!" I run to see the situation, conscientious wounded, ambulance already called, all right. I tell one of the seven "voyeurs" if you please take out the triangle and go to avoid a car getting shot on the wounded, maybe crossing the car like I put it. She's gonna wake up, still phone in her ear, pull out the tirangle and I can take the baby home.
