Originally Posted by NoSoup

It was a long time ago, but when I was younger -probably around 14? - I heard what sounded like trashcans being knocked over outside my house. I looked out the window, and saw that there had actually been a really bad car accident. There was a van that absolutely crushed another car and torn off part of a house - and was currently laying upside down near the edge of the street.

I ran outside to see if everyone was ok, and could only find the driver of the van - an unconscious woman lying crumpled on the van's ceiling, with many cuts and at least one obviously broken arm. I would have left her there, but I could smell gasoline - I took a quick look around the van and saw that the tank must have been punctured - the gas was streaming into the van and pooling on the ceiling towards the rear of the van.

I tried to hold the woman's neck as stable as I could as I dragged her away from the van. After I brought her what I hoped was a safe distance aw
ay, I ran around looking for the other driver or possible passengers, which I couldn't find.

After checking on the woman one more time I ran inside my house to grab her a blankent - and realized that I hadn't even called 911. I grabbed the cordless phone and dialed as I left the house. I covered her with the blanket and when I started to explain what had happened to the 911 operator, she told me that help was alreaady on the way.

When the paramedics arrived, they immediately started working on her. I had to explain to them that I wasn't in the car accident, and that I was fine. I was covered in blood/gasoline, and my clothes were ripped from the glass and metal from the twisted metal from the van... and I had a couple of scrapes, but it was nothing serious.

When the police got there, they wanted me to explain what happened - when I got to the part about me dragging her out of the car, the officer stopped me and called me an idiot for moving her - saying that I probably broke her spinal cord and she would be a cripple. I tried explaining about the gas a couple of times, but he kept interrupting me - then the van started on fire. I think at that point he realized what I was trying to say. Shortly after that fire department arrived and news crews. The van was put out, and after a bunch of questioning neighbors and what not, the police figured that the woman had just hit a parked car - at a ridiculous speed. Upwards of 75mph on a residential street, rolled - clipped a house, and then stopped near the edge of the road.

The next day, after all the rucus had died down, the same police officer that was yelling at me stopped by my house and thanked me for my help and offered to take me out for ice cream - an offer I politely declined.