(10/2/07) I was out walking with some friends at lunch and saw a scary accident. A guy on a scooter got hit by a car and flew over the car into the road. It happened right in front of us. I ran out to the guy to see if he was conscious and tried to dial 911, but I accidentally turned off my phone instead. Someone else managed to dial and get the paramedics there. The guy kept asking me not to leave, so I tried to hold his hand, but he said he thought his arm was broken. He also kept asking me how he looked – as in how much damage was done. So I ended up kneeling in the road, very lightly rubbing his chest and talking to him, telling him he looked great until the paramedics came. There wasn’t much visible damage, but he couldn’t tell and was scared.
I stayed to give a police report, then walked back to work. I was shaking the whole time. It took quite awhile for me to calm down. My lips and legs kept getting numb.
I felt good about being able to comfort someone like that. It felt really human. But the voices in my head just keep criticizing me for not being able to call 911 faster.