Around 11:30 am in the morning on a Thursday, a 61-year-old male driver heading east crossed the yellow lines on the road, making him smash into a tree, and flip over in front of 1701 Post Road East at Welfair Drive. The car had smoke coming out of it while the driver was still upside down and buckled in his seat. As the male driver tries to stay conscious while being stuck. A man named Aaron Tucker on a bus nearby had woken up from the commotion, he had seen the car flip and ran off the bus to help him out along with a few other worried folks around the scene. Three men from a local auto shop nearby also ran to the scene with a fire extinguisher for the car. “I saw it and just had to help,” said Tucker, who was told by the bus driver he would …show more content…
As the car started to burn, Tucker took off the man’s seat belt and pulled him over. "What I did was I got inside the car as quick as I could and helped him get the guy out," said Samaritan Paul Szegedy, one of the men from the local auto shop. The biggest problem was getting his legs out. As Tucker and Samaritan pulled him out of the car with the help of others around, Tucker used his button-down shirt to stop the bleeding on his head. The "guy had a lot of blood coming from his head," Tucker told CBS News. As the male driver lay unconscious on the pavement, Paul Szegedy of Oxford, another one of the workers from the auto shop said, “There was smoke coming from under the car so we grabbed a fire extinguisher from the garage.” With the car put out of the flames and the driver lying barely conscious on the floor, the EMTs and firefighters came after a few minutes. "I had a grip on his arm to keep him calm as they put an oxygen mask on him," Tucker said. "I just wanted to make sure he was all right, and that's what I did." “He was in pretty bad shape,” said Scott Luciani of Bridgeport, a Vautrin worker who was an
After sifting through the evidence, the culprit of the accident can be determined. The accident occurred on 7:45 AM on the date of September 11, 2001. At at stoplight, four cars were stopped, but a car accident occurred. Based on prior evidence from other cases, the back car is usually the culprit. Dr. Otto Mobile’s interview shows that he was not in a rush, going to lecturing a class, and he was behind a dancing woman, presumably dancing to music. Also, Ken Notstop was not in a rush as well and he was part of a tree business. Following Ken, Kelly Sion was interviewed, showing that she had a song stuck in her head. Due to the fact she wanted to exercise before she was supposed to open the gym, she was in a rush.. Anita Newcar was in a rush due to the fact that she was already late to work, and she was behind a car with trees and a nest on the back. Due to the fact that Kelly had a song stuck in her head, she could’ve been the woman dancing in a car that Dr. Otto Mobile mentioned, showing that she was in front of Otto. Because Ken was the only person
That night, many witnesses reported having seen a man changing the tire of his van and waving any possible help away angrily while others reported seeing a woman wandering around the side of the dangerous highway. More witnesses reported that Kenneth and his wife were having many violent disputes at their home that usually resulted in Kenneth pursuing an angry Yvonne around the block. The most compelling evidence against Mathison, however, is purely scientific. Detective Paul Ferreira first noticed that the extensive blood stains inside the Mathison van. After hearing Mathison’s original account, he summoned the assistance of famed forensic expert Dr. Henry Lee to analyze what he thought was inconsistent evidence. Blood stains on the paneling and the spare tire in the cargo area reveal low-velocity blood stains meaning that the blood probably dripped from Yvonne’s head onto the floor. The stains found on the roof and steering wheel were contact transfer patterns probably caused by Mathison’s bloody hands. Blood stains on the driver’s side of the van were contact-dripping patterns which indicate that Mathison touched the inside of the van multiple times before and after moving his wife’s body. The final groups of blood stains on the instrument panel of the van were medium-velocity stains which show investigators that Mathison probably struck his wife at least once in the front seat causing the blood to fly from her open head wound. The enormous amounts of blood inside the van lead prosecutor Kurt Spohn to investigate the Mathison case as a murder instead of a misdemeanor traffic violation.
Mr. Blighton then ran to the passenger side door, which was slightly open to see if the woman had a pulse when he could not feel one he then ran to get help. He finally came to a house and told them to call for help. Thomas Stewart Duffy Jr was on duty that night at Washington County Fire District Number One. The call came in roughly at 8:44 that night. They had many calls come in from the sunset highway and most proved fatal. They arrived to see the blue Toyota van parked facing north along 79th . The man was covered in dark spots and they weren’t sure just what they were getting into. When they arrived at the woman ...
“A friend of mine, Barbara Silva, a nurse at Waltham school was driving to work on Route 128 when another car suddenly cut her off. For some reason the truck ahead of [that car] braked abruptly and [the car] banged into it. She slammed into [the car]. It was a horrible accident. It could have been avoided if [the other car] hadn’t jumped lanes.
One of the most memorable and dramatic scenes of the film, Crash, occurs when Ryan, a personally racist police officer, happens upon an car accident in which a woman is trapped in her overturned vehicle. The lasting impression that this scene leaves is probably the reason that I chose it to reflect on in this paper. Ryan, when taking his daily patrol, notices a line of stopped traffic, and stops to see why they are at a stand still. Up ahead, he sees smoke coming out of the engine of one car, and another flipped upside-down. He quickly runs to the car to see if anyone is trapped inside, without a thought. He sees an African-American women caught in her seatbelt and dives through the broken window and asks if she is alright. When she responds that she cannot breathe, he slides in further to try to help her unbuckle and get out; Around them, gasoline is dripping from the tank. The woman, Christine, recognizes him from earlier as the officer her sexually assaulted her in front of her husband, and screams at him to get away from her--having been scarred by their earlier encounter. He also recalls her from earlier, and realizes in this moment, that his racist and sexist actions towards Christine earlier could cost her her life. He informs her that he is the only person th...
Mahoney was traveling north in the southbound lane at an extremely high amount of speed. The right front of the pickup truck hit the right front of the bus, breaking off the bus’s suspension and driving the leaf spring backward into the gas tank mounted outside the frame, just behind the front door. The spring speared the sixty-gallon tank, which had just been filled ten minutes earlier, punching a two and a half-inch hole in it. The gas tank caught fire and killed twenty-seven of the sixty-seven people on board. If the pickup had hit a few inches to the right, it would have been stopped by the bus’s frame rail instead of shearing trough sheet metal toward the fuel tank.
It’s May 5, 2012. It’s a Saturday night after a stressful week of school. It’s an ordinary spring day. We had been at Truman Lake on the water all day, looking forward to a great night of racing. The sun rose up, the heat was reaching the upper nineties, and conditions were beautiful for a night filled with racing. My uncle had box tickets to the Impact Night at Wheatland Speedway. My mom, dad, brother, and three of our family friends all piled into our seven passenger SUV to head down to Wheatland, MO. Little did we know what was in store. The races started off intense and every race had at least one wreck. After a long day, we were driving home. Exhausted, I had just dozed off on my mom’s shoulder when out of nowhere on Highway 83, we swerved off the road to avoid getting hit head-on by a drunk driver. Sliding every which way through the ditch, we hit a school bus sign; only feet away from guard rail. Thanks to my dad’s retired dirt track racing skills and someone watching over us, everyone in that car is alive today.
People, like Brittany Leedham was fortuitous to survive from a teen car accident, but others like her boyfriend Zak Kerinuk was not able to come out of the crash alive. The event started the Saturday night after Thanksgiving, November 29th, 2008. Just in the year 2008 alone, a total of 3,118 teenagers in America died due to a result of a car accident. They were riding in a convertible Mustang GT going at 70 miles per hour when Zak swerved off the road, hitting a hackberry tree. The impact killed him as she struggled to survive, losing half of her own blood, her legs broke during the crash, as well as her pelvic bone as she called out for help. Looking back at the morbid crime scene and going back to the one spot where the event took place, Brittany could not look at the blood stained tree as the perpetrator of the crash. She states it was the “teenage sense of indestructibility.”
“In the front seat was Gregg, driving, Sarah, in the middle, and Robyn, on the passenger side. In the rear seat was Jeff, behind the driver, Haley, in the middle, and Rachel, on the passenger side. EVERYONE was wearing their SEAT BELTS, as is our family habit. EVERYONE walked away from this accident with only bruises. The only blood was Robyn had small nicks from glass in a couple of places on her right arm and right leg.
Luckily, an angel in the form of a Coast guard chef rescued him and sought out help. The next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed without legs (from the kneecap down) and with a broken neck.
“ A family of five was traveling to Florida for a family vacation when the family was suddenly struck between two semi’s. The EMT’s pronounced the whole family dead at the scene earlier that night. Police have yet to release details on what the cause of the accident was but said it was an unexpected incident”, the local news reported said.
A couple of miles not far off the driver clarified that in his nation in the event that somebody aids a mischance exploited person, then the police frequently consider the aiding individual in charge of the mishap itself. In the event that the exploited person kicks the bucket, then the supporting individual could be considered in charge of the death. The driver kept clarifying that street mishap victimized people are along these lines typically left unattended and regularly kick the bucket from presentation to the nation's merciless desert conditions. On the standard of ethics vanity, the lady in this delineation would just be concerned with the outcomes of her endeavored aid as she would be influenced. Plainly, the choice to drive on would be the ethically fitting decision.
Divorce is ethically wrong because it authorizes the objective within a marriage contract. Nowadays, divorce has progressively become a natural process that is known worldwide, not only affecting both parents except their children as well. Divorce is morally wrong because it authorizes the objective in the marriage contract. Despite of the agreement, divorce continues to affect a majority of a child’s everyday livelihood. In most cases, not only are the children affected but the parents are as well, leaving them deprived from a once stable and normal family home, enduring the struggles of an actual single parent home. Divorce is something that is signified as a normal legal procedure for extinction of a marriage, which will then result in a complete separation of both parents. This will usually include a customary partition of property and custody of children. There have been psychologists who have researched and examined families in broken homes, mainly the child and found that a child’s frame of mind starts to work differently rather than a child living with their married parents. This can worsen later on in a child’s adulthood by reflection of the parents. Therefore divorce can certainly be justified that it is harmful to a child’s everyday morals and actions.
It was a typical Monday morning as I drove home from work, exhausted from having to perform more than twenty four hours of duty. Windows down, Oakley sunglasses adorn my tiresome face to block the shimmer of sunlight from my sensitive eyes. Anxiously looking forward to the softness of my pillow, I pushed the accelerator to the floor propelling my car into overdrive. Zipping by the night club Area 151 was when I notice him lying on the ground, motionless. With tires screeching I quickly came to unrehearsed stop, the rush of adrenaline and flashes of my military training captivated my mind, transferring me into autopilot. As I ran over to his location yelling “hey buddy are you ok” following the ABC’s of first aid, I could not help but notice the large pool of blood from the deep laceration on his face, the twisted front wheel of his bicycle, and a strong stench of alcohol coming from his liquor stained John Sport backpack. “All my beers are broken” was all he muttered as he fell trying to get regain his footing, relieved that the fellow was alive I immediately called the police. As I spoke to the paramedics on the situation I could not help but ask myself “how could someone be so intoxicated at this time
Have you ever been scared for the safety of a complete stranger? Have you changed somebody’s outlook on life just by being a Good Samaritan? Well, I have. It was a late Thursday night and I was in a bad part of town informally known as “The Knob.” I had been at a friend's house when we decided to leave to find somewhere to eat. On the way, my friend got a call from his mom telling him he had to be home. His house wasn’t really out of the way. As I pulled down Belle Avenue, towards his house, another friend of mine shouts out “Hey, pull over that guy just knocked that girl out” I instantly questioned this absurd accusation. “What? You’re joking.” As I turned around I noticed that he certainly wasn’t as I saw a middle-aged lady facedown on the pavement. Without hesitation I parked the car and we all ran over to see what was going on. You could see in the distance a man in an orange hooded jacket fleeing the scene. My friend attempted to wake this lady up. She was out cold. At this point each one of us had no idea what we should do. Obviously, the first thing we should have done was call the police, but let me remind you this was a bad part of town and didn’t know if we would be the next. Tommy, my friend, the nearest house and knocked on the door. A trashy looking man answered the door. After being informed that there was an unconscious lady in front of his house he scurried to her aid. The man then realized it was a good friend of his. Jane was her name. You could sense his anger and concern for this lady. He began to frantically ask questions. Who, what, when, where, why, how and every other sort of interrogation question was thrown our way. We described her assailant and which way he went. Evidently it was her boyfriend. At this ...