Yes, thank the man upstairs for the way these unfortunate events unfolded. If no one had been there I'm sure this story would have been a lot worse :angel:
A couple of summers ago a car swerved from the inside lane to the right berm, hit a culvert, flipped in the air and landed on the roof. Right in front of me (maybe 5/6 car lengths) on the highway. Traffic was going about 65-70. I pulled over along with two other folks. It was a older lady and she was conscious but starting to panic since she was strapped in (thank goodness) and upside down. One of the folks was a nurse(divine intervention?). She was reluctant to pull her out of the car but because of the women's mental state made the decision to pull her out. She had a lot of blood on her. The nurse, who had begun to administer first aid, asked for some rags to help stop the bleeding. I instantly ripped off my shirt and gave it to her. Within 3 to 4 minutes the authorities were on the scene. I thought it would be best just to leave and get out of the way so I did. After a day or two I realized that the shirt that I had given up was my new MIS (Michigan International Speedway) souvenir shirt from the Fathers Day Nascar Race.
I didn't care about the shirt but this story and Bill giving up his socks reminded me of this. Not a fun situation to be in at all but we, as human beings, react instinctively to situations when called upon (if you know what I mean).
Good night and God Bless
