A bizarre experience I have yet to process. I dont usually put this kind of stuff on facebook, but I cant sleep and it is to early in the morning/late in the night call or talk to anyone, so here it is: At approximately 3:30 in the morning after in OKC on hefner road I passed a man who waved me down. At first I thought he was trying to hitchhike, and as this was a fairly isolated area I stopped rolled down my window and asked if he was okay. He yelled back that he had been in a bad wreck. I said a few more words to him, but I dont recall what I said but soon I got out of my car and gave him a hug and told him everything was going to be alright and that at the very least I would stay until help arrived. I did this because he was visibly in shock and I assumed it was the appropriate response. When he sat in my passenger seat I noticed he had dried streaks of blood. I got a towel out of my trunk and gave it to him. At some point I had turned on my flashers. He received a call from the person he was waiting on as a car approached, it turned out not to be his ride. So he told the person on the other end of the line he had a ride (me) and to meet him his apartment where his mother would be. As we road I first asked him his name, and then a couple of questions to ascertain if he had a concussion. I told him I was not worried based on his answers, but he should nevertheless not go to sleep for the next several hours to be sure. I also did everything I could to reassure him that it would be okay and I would not abandon him until he was safe. I also revealed to him that it was perfectly fine to be emotional, as I too had been in a wreck before and shortly after I experienced an overwhelming sorrow as a result of the trauma. I also told him to wait on feeling guilty about the experience, that he would have plenty of time to feel that later and that right now he should focus on the fact that everything would be okay. I also relayed information about where we were and where I had found him. When I got him to the apartment complex he knocked several times(because his mother was asleep, but had not been the one on the phone). I met his girlfriend outside (the person on the phone he had been talking to). Before their was an answer at the door, I told him that I would stay as long as he needed, and that if he needed to a place to sleep, he could stay at my house. He asked me for my number, I ran out to my car and when I returned he was not at the door. I knocked ever so quietly a couple of times, but there was no answer so left my card between the doorframe and left. I hope he is okay. I hope I what I did was appropriate. I hope I also left when I should have, even though I dont know if he is okay, because this is not my horrible night, this is his. I was not the person who was the hugely traumatic event tonight, he was. So I hope I left him with the privacy he and his family deserve, even though I desperately want to know if he is okay. I hope he is okay. When I got home I noticed some of his blood on my coat, I hope he is okay. The whole situation seems quite unreal, as if it never happened. I cared deeply for someone for the 20 minutes I was around them, and then in the time it took to get my business card from my car and return to the door of his apartment he was gone. This is a difficult situation to process.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 11:20:55 +0000
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