“Help is on its way,” they had told me, right after the crash had happened. I believed them; I knew they would come for me; there was no doubt in my mind.
Funny how we trust strangers in the minutes of great despair. A simple car accident had jeopardized my earthly being. My friend, the driver, she had been able to get out -I tried but couldn’t move. I was stuck in the passenger seat, couldn’t open the door, and couldn’t move my legs.
They came quickly, and they worked fast. I could see them trying to help everybody. A few cars had crashed into each other on the highway, and I was sandwiched in between two of them.
“Were you scared,” someone asked me later, and I can honestly say that I wasn’t scared at all. I wasn’t hurting, I wasn’t panicking, I was just quietly waiting my turn. Nature prevents us from feeling pain in moments like this, for that I am eternally grateful. I remember the smoke and to this day I don’t like the smell of gasoline.
“We are getting you out,” he said, and I looked into a stranger’s eyes, and I was wondering why they would do that. Why, would people I have never met risk their lives to help me and others?
It’s their job; it’s as simple as that or not simple at all. Police officers, firefighters, and paramedics, they don’t just do a job, they get up every day, and they are willing to risk their lives for people like me. They don’t expect a medal or a bonus; they just do it because that’s what they do.
I am here today because of these everyday heroes and I will never forget it. Maybe one day I will be able to pay it forward, but deep down I hope it will never happen. I don’t know if I would have it in me. Would I be willing to risk my own life for a stranger? Let’s hope I will never find out.
As for the firemen and police officers who helped me that day. I never had the chance to say THANK YOU and I wish I they could read this post today. I will never forget…maybe that’s even better than just thanking them.