I witnessed a wee bit of drama Thursday night/Friday morning. Around 12:05am EST I am tooling along I-10 across the West Texas desert. Taking a load from El Paso to the Toyota plant in San Antonio. Minding my own business, traveling about 60mph on a beautiful star-lit night. Very little traffic.
A small car passes me safely and signals to re-enter the right lane just ahead of me. I follow this car for maybe 30 seconds and SUDDENLY something causes the small car to go berserk! The car jerks hard to the left, starts spinning out of control. In the span of less than 5 seconds, the car crosses the sandy median(actually a ravine) becomes airborne... crosses both lanes on the other side of the interstate and slams hard into an outcropping of rock.
I figure the people in this crash are surely dead. I stop immediately on the right shoulder of the road and turn on my 4-way flashers. My mind is trying to process what I just saw happened. I dial 911 and report the crash.
The 911 dispatcher ask several quick questions. Is anyone hurt? (I tell them I don't know yet as I will have to walk across the interstate and look inside the car). The car landed upright with the headlights still running... The dispatcher asks our location. Man, I don't know exactly. (I tell them we are a few miles east of Ozona TX where I had stopped minutes earlier to buy fuel). Dispatcher says police and ambulance are on the way.
The next part was awkward for me. Getting out of the van on foot in the desert by the interstate... goes completely counter to my survival instincts. Never, never would I expose myself to that type of vulnerability. Visions of Michael Jordan's dad and Bill Cosby's son were heavy on my mind. What if I walked up to this car to be greeted by gun-toting ruffians? No way that's possible I tell myself. Everyone in that crash is surely hurt beyond the point of posing a threat to me. What if BAD GUYS drving along stop while I am 500 feet away from my van? I am at the mercy of anyone who comes along. I grit my teeth, leave the safety of my van and walk rapidly toward the crashed car.
As I get near the car, I remember wondering if the automobile might catch fire. I could hear hissing noises. Anyway, as I reached for a door handle, a young man sprang from the car so fast I nearly fell backwards. Apparently, he was okay but quite dazed. He says he is alone and uninjured except for his forearm which took a beating from the steering wheel. I tell the young man we should step away some distance from the crashed car. We walk maybe 100 feet away. He looks to be 18 or 19 years old. I begin asking questions.
The young fellow explains he is an enlisted US Air Force servicemember on temporary leave from duty. He is becoming quite agitated because he wrecked his car. He begins to cry and says he wants to just go home. I try to comfort him as best I could. He is so very young. I explain that police will arrive soon to help. In about 10 or 15 minutes the police do arrive.
First thing the police do is shine a flashlight into the man's eyes and ask him what happened. Bewildered... the young guy says, "Didn't you see it?" ... turns to me for confirmation and I shrug, not knowing what he means. The young guy states in a now loud and excited tone, "I hit an animal. A large animal. It was huge!"
After a minute of searching the roadside, the deputies see the carcass of an animal. The USAF guy hit a feral pig. He nearly lost his life for a pig. Three of four tires on the small car were blown out from impact of crashing. Some of the windows were likewise blown out. The car and the pig were total losses.
At this point, I remember seeing the deputies smile and chuckle. They had seen this scenario play out before. Realizing no one was seriously hurt, it became a more relaxed situation. The USAF guy asked me if I could give him a ride into San Antonio. Oh, no.
I was conflicted. Being under a load, I knew I could not take responsibility for the young man. Besides, the police would need to take his statement and call a tow truck to remove his car. He was in good hands. The police would either call his folks or the Air Base to come get the guy. Moreover, for insurance liability reasons, my carrier does not allow us to transport any passenger without prior approval. I wanted to do more, but felt I couldn't.
Before leaving, I told the USAF guy I have a son about his age. Also, in the military. This was a teachable moment not to be missed. I asked the young man if I may speak to him as if talking to my own child. He nodded. In a firm, but what I hope was a loving voice, I told the young man he must never leave a lane of traffic to avoid hitting an animal. Never. I asked the cops if they needed anything else from me. They said no, and I left the scene.
Thirty minutes and just as many bug bites later, I returned to the safety of my waiting van. Once seated, I realized the shoulder of my shirt was smeared with the young man's snot and tears. Wardrobe change.
By virtue of my conscience still being troubled, I know I failed in some respect. What would I want another man to do for my son?
A small car passes me safely and signals to re-enter the right lane just ahead of me. I follow this car for maybe 30 seconds and SUDDENLY something causes the small car to go berserk! The car jerks hard to the left, starts spinning out of control. In the span of less than 5 seconds, the car crosses the sandy median(actually a ravine) becomes airborne... crosses both lanes on the other side of the interstate and slams hard into an outcropping of rock.
I figure the people in this crash are surely dead. I stop immediately on the right shoulder of the road and turn on my 4-way flashers. My mind is trying to process what I just saw happened. I dial 911 and report the crash.
The 911 dispatcher ask several quick questions. Is anyone hurt? (I tell them I don't know yet as I will have to walk across the interstate and look inside the car). The car landed upright with the headlights still running... The dispatcher asks our location. Man, I don't know exactly. (I tell them we are a few miles east of Ozona TX where I had stopped minutes earlier to buy fuel). Dispatcher says police and ambulance are on the way.
The next part was awkward for me. Getting out of the van on foot in the desert by the interstate... goes completely counter to my survival instincts. Never, never would I expose myself to that type of vulnerability. Visions of Michael Jordan's dad and Bill Cosby's son were heavy on my mind. What if I walked up to this car to be greeted by gun-toting ruffians? No way that's possible I tell myself. Everyone in that crash is surely hurt beyond the point of posing a threat to me. What if BAD GUYS drving along stop while I am 500 feet away from my van? I am at the mercy of anyone who comes along. I grit my teeth, leave the safety of my van and walk rapidly toward the crashed car.
As I get near the car, I remember wondering if the automobile might catch fire. I could hear hissing noises. Anyway, as I reached for a door handle, a young man sprang from the car so fast I nearly fell backwards. Apparently, he was okay but quite dazed. He says he is alone and uninjured except for his forearm which took a beating from the steering wheel. I tell the young man we should step away some distance from the crashed car. We walk maybe 100 feet away. He looks to be 18 or 19 years old. I begin asking questions.
The young fellow explains he is an enlisted US Air Force servicemember on temporary leave from duty. He is becoming quite agitated because he wrecked his car. He begins to cry and says he wants to just go home. I try to comfort him as best I could. He is so very young. I explain that police will arrive soon to help. In about 10 or 15 minutes the police do arrive.
First thing the police do is shine a flashlight into the man's eyes and ask him what happened. Bewildered... the young guy says, "Didn't you see it?" ... turns to me for confirmation and I shrug, not knowing what he means. The young guy states in a now loud and excited tone, "I hit an animal. A large animal. It was huge!"
After a minute of searching the roadside, the deputies see the carcass of an animal. The USAF guy hit a feral pig. He nearly lost his life for a pig. Three of four tires on the small car were blown out from impact of crashing. Some of the windows were likewise blown out. The car and the pig were total losses.
At this point, I remember seeing the deputies smile and chuckle. They had seen this scenario play out before. Realizing no one was seriously hurt, it became a more relaxed situation. The USAF guy asked me if I could give him a ride into San Antonio. Oh, no.
I was conflicted. Being under a load, I knew I could not take responsibility for the young man. Besides, the police would need to take his statement and call a tow truck to remove his car. He was in good hands. The police would either call his folks or the Air Base to come get the guy. Moreover, for insurance liability reasons, my carrier does not allow us to transport any passenger without prior approval. I wanted to do more, but felt I couldn't.
Before leaving, I told the USAF guy I have a son about his age. Also, in the military. This was a teachable moment not to be missed. I asked the young man if I may speak to him as if talking to my own child. He nodded. In a firm, but what I hope was a loving voice, I told the young man he must never leave a lane of traffic to avoid hitting an animal. Never. I asked the cops if they needed anything else from me. They said no, and I left the scene.
Thirty minutes and just as many bug bites later, I returned to the safety of my waiting van. Once seated, I realized the shoulder of my shirt was smeared with the young man's snot and tears. Wardrobe change.
By virtue of my conscience still being troubled, I know I failed in some respect. What would I want another man to do for my son?