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Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?
This world has become tedious and tiresome. I've head so much and yet have seen so little. You would think for such a giving, caring and slefless indevidual, they would recieve much more in return. But no... that's God's joke. For everything you do good, what ensues is nothing less than a huge sack of horse shit. From saving someone for as long as possible to know what life means, to possibly saving a life.
i was on my way to work, like any other day, when suddenly, a black celica side swipes a red explorer. celica obviously ran a red light thinking he'd beat it, only to greet the red explorer in which was making a left turn. I sit in my lil car as everything happens in slow motion, thinking i'm about to get hit by the explorer. it stopped about 3 feet from my car. person in the red exploere stumbles out, and i jump out of my car. they're okay, and i realize that when i look at the celica, that the whinsield is slightly shattered. funny how no glass was all over the pavement. funny how none really shattered. so this guy, with small shards of glass in his head and bleeding more than niagra falls has water. so what do i do, after noticing that i'm the only one who stopped and helped, apply pressure and keep the son of a bitch conscious
Darrel Hansom
age 29
born and raised in Lompok, New Jersey
moved out here 5 years ago
became an electrition for a private company
was in a rush to meet his g/f for a breakfast date with her nephew
nephew lives with her cuz of her older sister deadbeat mom
so i try to scramble to call 911. only to find out that i left my phone at home.
So keep talking to this kid, now knowing i'm gonna be late as fuck to work. cops finally show up and shortly after an ambulance. i explain everything and then my dilemma... i clean my hands with some alcohol and towels with the EMT and get on my merry way.
get scolded and remained in a state of shock for the rest of the day.
monday i get a call asking me to go to the police station in regards to the accident. i've never heard of someone going to the police station for an accident report. but i go, and go over everything with who i was supposed to talk to. but once she leaves the desk, a gentleman in a suit comes up to me and starts talking to me. asking me off-hand questions about the whole thing. And i jes snapped and yelled all i saw was an accident and tried to save a mans life! with that, then he walked away. schock had turned to anger. the lady came back and asked if i would like to speak with someone else. i jes gave her the run down, but she takes me to the police psychiatrist for a small chit chat. Well we talk about the whole thing even leading up to jes minutes before i walked through the door. So she tells me that i may suffer post traumatic stress for some time and whatever else she said. if i need someone to talk to, i should give any one a a couple of her collegues a call.
when i left i could't help but smoke about 5 cigarettes. Who the fuck was that guy and why was he asking me all sorts of wierd questions. only thing that came to mind was FBI or CIA for all i know. goddamn liar. but now i'm so confused, my brain hurts and i want to cry like a baby because they didn't release the information of what hospital Darrel is staying at nor his condition. you think it'd be a nice consulation to know something like that. did i save a life, or not?
when things like that happen right in front of you, you may be able to brace yourself for it happeneing or whatever. i jes reacted to how i thought i'd always react. but the personal aftermath i never saw comming.
when it comes to helping someone, and in my case would be the first time, i would feeled owed that i can stil conversate with them after the fact. it could be the most i ask for.
but for whatever the reasons that stop, i guess i can't control. i guess you stop growing at some point for things like this. You're still a lousy liar.
grant me that much great spirit... do not allow it to hide