Personal Narrative: Nine People

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Nine people.

That’s how many stopped to offer me help when I ran off the road one dark, rainy night. The combination of slick roads, thirteen-year-old tires, and just a little too much speed sent my 2003 Ford pickup truck careening off the road and into a nearby fence post.

I had never wrecked before. I didn’t know what to do. Here I was, stuck in a fence, front bumper torn to pieces, wheels tangled in wires, and who knows what else damage. So, I did the only thing I thought to do in a situation like this.

I called my dad to come get me, and I didn’t touch anything.

It was a long twenty minute wait to say the least. I stood outside the truck, the light drizzle falling from the night sky matching my mood perfectly at the time. I watched as car after car slowed as they went around the curve, surveyed my wreck, and then sped
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After all, if I was in the passerby’s place, I wouldn’t stop. Some fool wrecked himself and it’s none of my business as to what happens to him.

So I was somewhat surprised when the first car slowed around the curve and instead of speeding up, stopped to offer his help. I responded, saying “No thanks. I already have somebody on the way.” I thanked him for the offer and he drove off.

A couple minutes later, another car stopped to offer help and I repeated my earlier response, saying someone I knew was on the way to help me and that I had everything under control.

Soon, another car stopped, then another, and another. Complete strangers offering to help another human being out of the kindness of their hearts. They didn’t know anything about me, but that didn’t matter to them. They saw a person in trouble and that’s all the justification they needed to stop and offer help.

I asked myself if I would have done the same for others, and before, the answer would have probably been a no. I’m barely an adult, still relying on my parents for just about everything. I wouldn’t be able to help