So Saturday night I witnessed one of the most freighting things I have ever seen, I watched my friend Shanda lose control and roll her brothers jeep. Needless to say what went threw my mind as I exited from the car before it came to a full stop.
A man on a motorcycle (crotch rocket) went across the yellow lines and cut her off wile doing a wheelie, from where I was in a car following it looked as if he just barley cleared the front of the jeep. She slamed on the brakes and turned to miss him then she lost control of the jeep. The two men on bikes fled the scene like the fucking assholes they are.

As I ran to the vehicle (with Coco right behind me) that was at this time laying on its side I could only picture the impending carnage I was about to witness, (to be totally truthfully I was not thinking about much other than getting everyone out of the jeep) I ran so fast and hard to that jeep that my muscles burned and pumped engine fluid, for at that time I was a man possessed, I told my self act now think later.

With only seconds between the time that I had exited the car and reached the jeep there was no time to waste, I could hear people screaming and I glanced down to she Shanda pined under the jeep. So I punched a hole in the top of the jeep and ripped with all my might the top completely off. (if you have ever seen a jeep it has a vinyl canvas top, so it wasn’t like I ripped metal apart or anything) I helped everyone out of the vehicle as fast as I could (by this time other people had arrived to the scene and started helping) I barked out orders like drill sergeant in the army. “You, you, and you help me lift this thing up!” I screamed with the utmost urgency; so five or six of us lifted this jeep (the thing did have a lift kit on it so it was a push) up off of her and way from her body.

I can still see the jeep rolling over and over again in my head, I had no time the other night to get upset or to worry I had to act first and cry later. The ambulance finally showed up and took her and others to the hospital, the rest of us stayed behind for a wile to give the police reports.
After everyone was done telling the cops what had happened we then went to the hospital to check on the condition of Shanda and her brother. It turns out that other than a few of scrapes and burses everyone was all right. I believe that the only reason Shanda wasn’t crushed is because she is such a scrawny little girl, lucky for her that fact saved her life.

I had just talked to Coco and he said she’s doing fine still a little stiff from the accident but altogether go to go. She’s more worried about her brother’s jeep and what works going to say, than she is about her self. Sounds like me no sense of self pressurization ha ha well I did see her chewing on nails the other day so she is a tuff cookie.

You know how after accidents, fights or any kind of tragic occurrence people think after the fact of what they could have done better or differently, something that if they would have just acted a little faster maybe this would or wouldn’t have happened? Well I don’t have that I believe there was nothing I could have done better, no way I could have moved any faster I believe I did everything right and because I reacted with such promptness and speed I helped save someone if not multiple lives.



But I am no hero I just did what anyone should have done in that situation, in my absents someone else would have done that same thing. I was just faster to the scene than anyone else and that’s the only reason I did it before anyone else did. Not a hero just a person doing what needed to be done.

All day yesterday and somewhat today I have been questioning morality and thinking about what actions I should take in my life to stop things like this from happing. I know I can not stop accidents from happing but maybe I can help when they do. I’m contemplating becoming a member of a rescue team or AMED, so I can hopefully save more lives and help people. I don’t know what I’m gonna do right now but I have to do something.
I know she is but I just wanna she her face again and know first hand she’s ok.



"Courage is the art of being the only one who knows you're scared to death."
~Harold Wilson~