Woman’s FB Post Tells Harrowing Story Of Witnessing Motorcycle Crash And The “Unexpected Blessings” That Followed

(THECOUNT.COM ORIGINAL) — Most would have dubbed it a “bad night,” but a woman on Facebook is telling different story of how witnessing a motorcycle crash and subsequent ‘mishaps,’ along the way, ended up serving as a powerful learning moment.

“Elizabeth” says that she was hesitant at first to share her story on Facebook, mostly because it involved “someone else’s misfortune,” and not her own. But to read her story, one could consider she did indeed endure her own share of misfortune that night, but not Elizabeth, she’s intent on remembering and recounting the “unexpected blessings,” in the moments, in otherwise what most others would consider a – night you might want to forget.

Elizabeth didn’t say exactly when or where the challenging series of events occurred, but we’re sure you’ll find her overall message universal.

“They all tended to this [motorcycle] driver, asking him questions, stopping his bleeding, tending to his wounds. We were all different colors, races, backgrounds. It didn’t matter. We were all there to help,” said Elizabeth about the “angels” that happened upon the wreck and stopped to help.

The following is her story posted in full. Please visit her Facebook and give Elizabeth a thumbs up.

I hesitated to tell this story because it was someone else’s misfortune (and my own stupidity) that brought it about. But I keep returning to it so I feel it’s worth sharing. Last night Emma and I were on our way home from her soccer game. It had been raining most of the day so the roads were wet and slick. As we crossed the bridge I noticed a motorcycle weaving in and out of traffic and I thought how unsafe it was because it was difficult to see him. As we exited the bridge the motorcycle moved over in front of me to take the sharp turn leading south. I thought he was going too fast and watched in horror as he took the turn too wide and slammed into the railing. The motorcycle bounced off of the wall and went one direction while the driver became airborne and his body slammed into the guard rail like a rag doll. I immediately hit my brakes to stop but was fearful of being run into because most people drive too fast in that turn. I grabbed my phone to call 911 while Emma was begging me not to stop. I attempted to dial the numbers while explaining why I was obligated to stop, all while checking my rearview mirror to make sure we weren’t’ going to become part of the accident. Thankfully one of our soccer friends were right behind us and he got out and started waving for the traffic to stop. As I was speaking to the 911 operator people were getting out of their cars. The driver of the motorcycle was sitting on the ledge of the wall, able to speak. I watched as these angels exited their vehicles to help: nurses just getting off of a shift, a young man on his way home, a lady with obvious medical training. They all tended to this driver, asking him questions, stopping his bleeding, tending to his wounds. We were all different colors, races, backgrounds. It didn’t matter. We were all there to help. Everyone stayed until the first responders arrived and took over. As seamlessly as they entered the picture, they faded out. No names, no glory, no recognition. Emma got a ride home with our friends while I stayed to give my statement. Once I was done they told me I could leave. Except I couldn’t. Because while my car sat there on the downslope of the ramp, I ran out of gas. Yay me. I was too embarrassed to tell the firemen that as they backed their truck down the ramp. I knew one of the first responders from parish meetings and such so I told him that I was out of gas. He offered to go to his house and get his gas can once the firetruck moved and I got down the ramp. So I put my car in neutral to coast down (realizing in horror that I had no brakes and was about to crash into the firetruck.) Yay me again. But I was able to get control and coast to the side of the road where I found out that the firemen had a gas can. They put a few gallons in my tank so I could make it to the gas station. One of them said, “Boy, your night sucked!” I said, “No, his did. Mine was just unexpected.” I feel like there were so many unexpected blessings by people just helping people. No one was looking for recognition or glory. This is what I would love to see more every day.

I know this was long. Thanks for listening.#angelsofthenight #peoplehelpingpeople #nopoliticsinvolved #Godlovesusall #Godblessfirstresponders #GodblessGoodSamaritans”

And thank you Elizabeth for telling us your enlightening story.