In the past few months, I witnessed four major accidents and was able to get there all four times before the police did (my city PD jokingly offered me a job). One of them was a biker, who got thrown off a bike by a major impact and was unconscious and seriously bleeding. While I was trying to cross the street in the midst of cars, I was yelping at the other three nonchalant by-standers. I yelled that the first few moments after the accident are critical and they could try to help him before it’s too late. They yelled something about getting sued and that I should not touch him either. I didn’t care. I revived him and put pressure on the bleeding stomach wound, so he would not lose blood. When he became conscious, he uttered some serous cursing, and I was combobulated: life made sense that day.

On the other hand, the gentleman (if you remember my office drive-through), who flew off the ladder, was not majorly injured. After the accident, he went to get his chest x-rayed to check on internal injuries and found out he had lung cancer. He had no idea he had it and never smoked a cigarette in his entire life. He arrived to my office just a few minutes before the accident, set up his ladder and started working on my sign. The UPS guy walked in just in time to give me an envelope with payroll. I signed it and got up to walk to another desk to give it to my employee. When she drove in, she hit the letter and leveled my desk with the ground.