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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Harmon" data-source="post: 3057217" data-attributes="member: 24357">The first thing that came to mind was the nightmare that woke me this morning.  Back when I was about sixteen or so I lived on highway 101 and Moro Road in Prundedale, CA.  The area was given the prestige’s title of Blood Alley three of the four years I lived there.  We went to accidents as a sort of first responder- telling the 911 operator what was needed so they could get a jump on the ambulance, and fire and keep traffic flowing to get those vehicles on scene.There were a lot of accidents that were bloody, and some I have blocked from memory, while some I can’t seem to get away from.I ran down the driveway across the street.  On the south bound right shoulder was a car, hit on the left side (came on the highway into fast moving traffic to slow?), the door gone, cars going by a slowly, bits of debris in the lanes, and a man between the north and south bound.  I dodged through traffic wishing that my cordless phone had some distance on it (back then they would only reach to the base at a distance of about thirty feet).  I saw that he had something laying on and beside his belly- large spaghetti (?).I stopped some ten feet away.  He woke after how long I had been staring.  He started screaming when he saw what was hanging from his body, and trying to put them back inside.  I turned and jogged back to range for the cordless, hearing him scream for help.  It was one of the few times I wanted a gun while doing that very “job” so that I could help him.Normally when people were hurt I would sit with them, tell them they would be alright, give them my shirt as a pressure bandage, and try to keep their feet up (an EMT had told me to do that much), but this guy I could not.  After I hung up the phone I checked his car- there were no passengers.  Ignition off.  The other car checked- everyone was seat belted and there was a couple bumps and stuff but they were okay.CHP was there, and EMS there too.  I looked at the EMTs- whom I knew, and saw that look (“god, I wish I could help this guy- someone get me a gun.”).  The EMTs told him he would be okay, and gave him a shot- mid scream he faded and was unconscious or dead.  If they did end him he was better off.That is the one that comes to mind but only because it woke me this morning.  Mind you that that was twenty odd years ago.</blockquote>

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