I was driving US80 westbound through Columbus, Georgia and I had just crossed the Alabama state line. Dusk was creeping in and as I reached the top of a hill, I noticed a terrible accident in front of me.
A pick up truck left the road and struck a guard rail head-on, forcing the engine onto the driver.
It turned out that the driver only had one leg and that was the one that the engine was on top of.
We couldn't get him out and there was gas and all kinds of other fluids pouring out onto the ground.
I went to my truck and grabbed my fire extinguisher, a legal pad, and a sharpie.
I sat down in the passenger seat of his truck and showed him the extinguisher and told him that I wasn't going anywhere until help arrived.
He calmed down a bit and so I started taking down his medical history and contact information and gave it to the medics once they arrived.
I overheard the fire crew saying that he died on the way to the hospital. I cried that day...
