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Submitted by Scientifik (View user info) at 2004-03-26 17:04:33 EST
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I pride myself on being a nice guy.
In real life, I smile to people, hold doors for women, always say "please" and "thank you" and make a point to tell every person I have a conversation with to "have a good one", what that "one" is I'm not really sure, but I just let their imagination fill in the blank.
This time it got me killed.
Yes I said killed, as in *dead*.
I am currently a corpse, in a morgue, competing in Ubermadness.
Being dead is overrated.
It all started two days ago, I was heading home from visiting a customer. It was around 4:30 in the afternoon, a nice sunny day. A perfect day. I was on the freeway, traffic was moving freely, and 50 feet front and to the left of me, a huge SUV began to merge into my lane, what they didn't see was a small Japanese compact trying to get into the same lane from the other side of it. Basically two cars were merging into the same lane from opposite sides. The compact caught on the rear right side tire of the SUV, pulling it forward and swinging the back end of the car around to the right. The SUV shuttered from the impact and jerked to the left back into its lane, freeing itself from the compact. Now 30 feet in front of me the compact is almost perpendicular to traffic and traveling around 50 mph, I can hear the sound of the tires and rims buckling, screeching and finally shredding from the asphalt traveling laterally across them. The car starts to flip.
I apply the brakes, check my right and make a move to pull off the road to render assistance. Before I make it to the shoulder of the freeway, I've already called 911.
"911 What is your emergency?" The woman sounds bored, like a tired waitress, waiting on me to get in my last round of drinks before she leaves for the night.
"Yeah, I'm on the 5 at McFadden and there's just been an accident, you need to send an ambulance right away" I'm sure my voice sounds distorted and frantic like all 911 calls do. I've got the door open and I'm pulling off my seatbelt.
"Ok, sir, I am dispatching an ambulance, do you know if it is on the north bound or south bound side of the 5?"
I'm heading home so it must be north.
"It's the nor--" By this time I am out of the car and running across the freeway, but instead of being a good boy and looking both ways before you cross the street, or in this case the 5 freeway, I just ran out into traffic not even thinking about what was going on. I look to my left and about 10 feet away is a pickup traveling probably around 60mph. I can see the driver, he is looking at the accident, he doesn't even see me.
There is a small light shining brightly in my eyes, I can't really see anything other than vague shapes, but what I can see is tinted a deep crimson.
"Hey pal, hang in there, we're going to get you taken care of." His voice sounds like it's a mile away, it sounds airy and hollow. I can barely see the patch on his arm, it's that six pointed star with the snake going around the pole in the center.
The sound that escapes my mouth sounds like a cross between a gasp and a hiccup, I don't even know what I am trying to say.
So this is being a Good Samaritan? I figure most of the people who saw that accident got a look at the carnage and just kept on going, American Idol is on tonight; but I stopped, called 911 and ended up as a hood ornament for my troubles.
Helping out is overrated.
"Damnit, he's crashing." Oh yeah, I'm not quite dead yet. The EMT puts that plastic triangle balloon thing over my mouth and starts forcing air down my throat. Its not working, I can feel the word fading out like a song that just loops and fades until it's done. I'm trying to hang in there, I'm trying to turn up the volume knob to keep the song alive, but it's still fading out, and just when I think its gone, I faintly hear:
"Clear!"
"BAM"
That was the next song starting with the volume still cranked from that last one, but it fades too.
"Clear!"
"Bam"
That time wasn't as loud.
"That's it, I'm calling it at 4:52... sorry pal... have a good one"
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