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Sixteen years ago I witnessed an accident between a car and a motorcycle. The motorcycle rider lost. His eyes were open, and he wasn't blinking. My boyfriend-at-the-time kept track of his pulse. I kept talking to him, counting how many seconds since his last breath and telling him to breathe again. He always did when I told him to. An off duty cop and a physical therapist were on the scene, and I think they should have been doing this. (I didn't know their occupations at the time) It was very obvious he passed away as the ambulance arrived. The whole scene was 'messy' and disturbing, and I wish we could have done more.
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