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<blockquote data-quote="Harmon" data-source="post: 3098999" data-attributes="member: 24357">Saw something this last week that reminded me of an accident from (once again) my youth- a motorcyclist wrecked, slid across the pavement in his jeans, tore the skin, meat, muscle, etc down to the bone on his leg and attached rear cheek.I was in the back yard when I heard the wreck, and going through the house as I heard the screaming.&nbsp; I called 911 and alerted them they would need EMTs before I even saw the wreck.&nbsp; Before I got out the front door (I was running mind you) the screaming had stopped.&nbsp; A minute or so after the wreck I was to this guy's side.&nbsp; He was completely out of it, I pretended to be his brother until he died.&nbsp; It was the only thing I could do for him.&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown&nbsp; &nbsp; :("&nbsp; data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" /> The EMTs showed- I told them to call his brother (Danny- if memory serves, its been twenty odd years) in.... Oregon (long time ago, and the conversation is kinda something I have tried to forget).&nbsp; They said they would try and I walked away.&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown&nbsp; &nbsp; :("&nbsp; data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" /> That kinda stuff I remember in flashes mostly, and not always do I remember details, so much of it comes back in terrible nightmares.&nbsp; I find comfort in the fact that I gave him the ability to release the &quot;I'm sorry,&quot; and &quot;I love yous,&quot; that it seems so many people have at the end.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Harmon, post: 3098999, member: 24357"] Saw something this last week that reminded me of an accident from (once again) my youth- a motorcyclist wrecked, slid across the pavement in his jeans, tore the skin, meat, muscle, etc down to the bone on his leg and attached rear cheek. I was in the back yard when I heard the wreck, and going through the house as I heard the screaming. I called 911 and alerted them they would need EMTs before I even saw the wreck. Before I got out the front door (I was running mind you) the screaming had stopped. A minute or so after the wreck I was to this guy's side. He was completely out of it, I pretended to be his brother until he died. It was the only thing I could do for him. :( The EMTs showed- I told them to call his brother (Danny- if memory serves, its been twenty odd years) in.... Oregon (long time ago, and the conversation is kinda something I have tried to forget). They said they would try and I walked away. :( That kinda stuff I remember in flashes mostly, and not always do I remember details, so much of it comes back in terrible nightmares. I find comfort in the fact that I gave him the ability to release the "I'm sorry," and "I love yous," that it seems so many people have at the end. [/QUOTE]

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