I hope no one is eating and reading this

"I am confident that, in the end, common sense and justice will prevail. I'm an optimist, brought up on the belief that if you wait to the end of the story, you get to see good people live happily ever after." --Cat Stevens

That has to sound much cooler than what happened. I had a very exciting morning of working out, and going to panera to buy lunch. Hopefully you noted the sarcasm... I recently got into a 4 car pile up (not my fault and yes I'm okay) so I've been driving very carefully. Will's house is on a street where the traffic is 55mph. I slowed down gradually to turn into his driveway the way normal people would. Apparently the guy driving the car 2 cars behind me wanted me to drive into the driveway like I was a stunt driver for fast and furious. He slammed on his brakes, which caused the motorcyclist behind me to  slam on his brakes and go into a skid.

Luckily he slid into the ditch in the front yard, was wearing a helmet, and didn't break any bones. All of this happened in about 2 seconds. I look up from picking up my things from the car and see it happen. I immediately ask if he is okay, and tell him to put the bike in my yard and come inside for me to clean him up.

After about 50 "yes ma'am and thank you ma'am" statements I managed to convince him that he was bleeding and hurt enough to need first aid. He apparently hadn't noticed the hole in his knee or the fact that his palm was missing a layer of skin. Luckily I had to learn first aid when I became a scuba dive master. This is one of the few times I've had to use it and I was extremely glad I could at least help a little. Since I didn't have gloves I turned on the faucet for him and made him wash himself off and applied towels to his wounds and neosporin to his superficial wounds. He had scraped off skin on his palm, fingertips, ripped a few nails off, and scraped his elbow quite a bit. Those were all minor so I wasn't concerned. I noticed his knee later and he definitely needed stitches. What did he say in response? "I'll get some superglue and a butterfly bandaid and it'll be fine." All I could do was stare at him with a look of disbelief and didn't push it.

At this point his adrenaline was rushing like crazy and he was sweating. He just gave me a look  of desperation and asked if he could lay on the dining room floor. I couldn't really object so down he went. It was apparently much cooler.

He was having trouble holding all of the towels on his wounds to stop the bleeding and to keep them from getting potentially exposed to infection or dirt. This being a house with 3 navy guys in it I knew there was a slim chance there was a bandaid much less something to bandage him up with. The only reason neosporin was in the house was because Will bashed his head at work and I forced him to put something on it. He complained to much about hydrogen peroxide so I made sure he did something to prevent infection.

By this time I was starving. I'd delayed my lunch by about 30 minutes and anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE lunch...and food in general. I get grumpy when I haven't eaten. So after seeing him was blood and pick bits of skin off himself I causally munched on my sandwich and soup. No I'm not disgusting I'm just really into crime shows and blood and gore don't bother me. Vomit near me and I'll run in the other direction. I hope no one is eating and reading this. Maybe I'll title this post something along those lines so at least I warned you. Anyway, the guy looked at me eating and says "You must be one heck of a weird girl if you can eat after seeing blood."  My reply? "Thank you".

I momentarily turned into a mother and told him that he was not allowed to continue bleeding openly onto paper towels and that I was going to attempt to find a makeshift bandage to hold the towels on to stop the bleeding with applied pressure. What was my choice for bandaging? Saran wrap. Yes I did indeed saran wrap a navy seaman. He left the house on his ride home with a saran wrapped knee, elbow, and palm. Thank you kitchen supplies for moonlighting as first aid materials. When in doubt, improvise! Take another look at the picture to see my handy work.

I've never met a person more grateful for me wrapping him in kitchen materials. He thanked me about a dozen times and when he came back to pick up his bike he thanked Will for me helping him. It's nice to know that although that guy's day was ruined, but I was able to help him. It's even nicer to help someone who was so appreciative and genuinely nice. Good people are still out there :) My good deed for the week has been accomplished!

"In the final analysis, the question of why bad things happen to good people transmutes itself into some very different questions, no longer asking why something happened, but asking how we will respond, what we intend to do now that it happened." --Pierre Tielhard de Chardin