I didn’t see the accident. What I did see was the crowd. I don’t remember where the motorist was bleeding. What I do remember was the handful of people helping him out, and my father was among them.
Instead of waiting for an ambulance, my dad offered to send the man to the hospital. The others carried the wincing victim into the car, and my dad drove away, leaving my family at the gymnastics event which we were attending.
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