This is a scene of a car crossing the center line and almost hitting me. As I looked in my rearview mirror, I noticed the car went off the road. I immediately made a U-turn and headed to the car, yelling to see if they were all OK. I got there, and there was a young woman trapped because the car was on its side. I talked to her to make sure she was OK; she was, but she had some scrapes and cuts.
My first step was to figure out how to get her out, but since the car was on its side, that door couldn't be opened. My next step, while continuing to calm the lady, was to try the trunk since it was an SUV. I got back there, but I couldn’t open it.
I go back around to talk to the lady and assess what is next. The car is lying in the trees, so I can climb up and see if I can open the door. I climb up and reach the handle, but I have no leverage or a way to get to the top from this side. I try the door, and it doesn’t budge at all, but my strength is not what it used to be. Another option: down the tubes.
Still talking to the lady to keep her calm, I assess my next option: go around to the other side and climb on top to see if I can open the other door, which was unobstructed but out of reach. My first task is to figure out what to hold onto as I pull myself up to the top (side) of the vehicle. And of course, the first thing I grab is the nice round thing that looked like something I could hold onto and pull myself up with. Not so fast; I grabbed the exhaust pipe, which was hot but thankfully didn't burn me. So I keep going, and I don’t know how, but I make it to the top of the car, but it is slick because it is raining.
It must have been funny to see if anyone was looking. I grab a tire rim to pull myself up and lie flat on the top, which is the side of the car. I carefully go to the door and see if it opens. It seemed unlocked but barely moved, maybe about six inches because of damage and twisted metal. But it moved. I pull a couple of times, and it moves a bit more, so I pull a couple more times. Not really going anywhere fast. I put some umph into the pull, and it moved more than before; finally, with one more pull, I got it high enough for my knee to hold the door's weight. This was a heavy door, given the car was on its side with the full weight of the door holding it closed. But we had success.
She gets out and is ok. I stupidly jumped down from the top (side) of the car, which was a mistake because I fell and landed in the mud, but at least it was soft.
The woman hugged me a couple of times, and I reassured her she would be alright; then I left because police were there and an ambulance was on the way.
OK - so why am I telling this story? Because I have never been so disappointed in humanity as in this situation. No one stopped to help; they looked, and I was waving because I needed help, but still no one stopped. Not even to roll a window down and ask if everything was ok. But everyone drives by and thinks someone else has this situation handled.
I live in a semi-rural area, or for New Yorkers, I live in the sticks if you know what I mean. So, we don’t have illegals walking the streets, and crime is low- very low. There is no fear of criminals or other threats, so why didn't these folks stop?
We have lost sight of humanity, and sorry to say, I blame the progressives who fight each day to keep God locked away, and this is the beginning of the end if we don’t battle to bring religion back - not forced in any way, but at least available educationally, where people can decide. But that worries those who don’t believe because they know they will lose in the end.
Thanks to God, this lady is alive, and I am happy I could contribute. God was at my side.
MORAL OF THE STORY - I am 72 years old, a 10-year liver transplant patient, not exactly the fittest for my age, and I stopped, and I helped, and I think God helped me open the door that was jammed so the lady could get out. Believe it or not. God is real, and he is here in our daily lives. Like it or not.