Yesterday while my wife and I were driving down I-94 near Kalamazoo, the car in front of us left the pavement, rode up the embankment, flipped over, and ended back on the shoulder, sitting on it's driver side. I pulled over about 100 feet beyond it, told my wife to call 9-1-1, and I ran back to the smoldering car.
My adrenalin had me pumped up and I feared what I would find inside the car. Standing next to the roof, I peered through the broken out passenger window from above and found a young 20 something women sitting up and conscious. She was not bleeding but was very dazed and confused, saying she had no idea what happened.
I stayed with her, talked calmly to her, reassuring her that she was o.k. and help was coming. I worried about the steam and smoke coming from the engine, decided that I should not move her, but thought about how to get her out quickly if the car started on fire.
For the 7 minutes that it took for police to arrive, over 100 vehicles passed us and NOT A SINGLE ONE STOPPED TO ASSIST.
I am grateful that they told me that she should be o.k. and might only have a concussion. But, I am really upset that no one else had the compassion to stop and assist. This time I am very disappointed in my fellow humans.
On a different note, this is the first time I experienced the adrenaline rush that enabled me to act with zero fear. I was aware the car might tip over or catch fire, and thought ahead of possible solutions, but never once did I not act to provide help. This is how it must be when people rush in to burning buildings, etc.. Not heroism, but just gut instinct. In some ways it seemed counter intuitive to basic survival instincts, which kind of scares me in retrospect.
My adrenalin had me pumped up and I feared what I would find inside the car. Standing next to the roof, I peered through the broken out passenger window from above and found a young 20 something women sitting up and conscious. She was not bleeding but was very dazed and confused, saying she had no idea what happened.
I stayed with her, talked calmly to her, reassuring her that she was o.k. and help was coming. I worried about the steam and smoke coming from the engine, decided that I should not move her, but thought about how to get her out quickly if the car started on fire.
For the 7 minutes that it took for police to arrive, over 100 vehicles passed us and NOT A SINGLE ONE STOPPED TO ASSIST.
I am grateful that they told me that she should be o.k. and might only have a concussion. But, I am really upset that no one else had the compassion to stop and assist. This time I am very disappointed in my fellow humans.
On a different note, this is the first time I experienced the adrenaline rush that enabled me to act with zero fear. I was aware the car might tip over or catch fire, and thought ahead of possible solutions, but never once did I not act to provide help. This is how it must be when people rush in to burning buildings, etc.. Not heroism, but just gut instinct. In some ways it seemed counter intuitive to basic survival instincts, which kind of scares me in retrospect.