At the scene of the accident

Scrappycj (of the brilliant wit) has a blog. She stops at the scene of a car accident, and tells the story of giving aid and comfort.

The car doesn’t appear to be leaking anything and I’m glad it’s not going to be that kind of movie… I slip in the dirty wet leaves trying to climb up and around to the other side where a young black man has somehow ended up outside of his broken rear passenger window. He’s laying on his back with his head lifted to his metallic red cell phone. He’s trying to call his Mom.
“Are you okay?” I ask – placing my open hand squarely on his chest so he knows he’s not alone there anymore.
“I can’t feel my legs.”
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