I once told a friend of mine that something about the way he talks at times seems as if he subconciously thinks he has been here longer than he should be. I asked if there was a reason. He then told me his mother had told him when he was about three there was a house fire. A black skinned man had carried him out of it and had safely handed him to a neighbor. No one knew where the man came from and he had disappeared just as quickly.
There are many stories of those kinds of people coming from “somewhere” and then not sticking around to see what happens and no one knows where they come from.
I do remember one time that I (myself) could have been considered one of those kinds of people that came out of nowhere and then went away, no one knowing where I came from and not knowing where I went. However, I’m not an angel... :-)... but, this is a true story...
One time driving through Utah on a state highway in the middle of winter, about 5 or 6 in the morning (after having driven all night long), I stopped at a roadside restaurant with a filling station next door. That’s all that was around there (no population area and in the middle of nowhere...) It was about zero degrees (literally so) and I pulled into a parking slot of a guy who just pulled out of that restaurant parking lot.
When I parked and stepped out of the car, I had just one foot on the ground when I heard a terrible crashing noise, just about 100 feet behind me (on the main highway. The speed through the area was at full highway speeds, as this was merely a roadside stop and nothing more. A semi had crashed into that car which had just pulled out of the parking space I drove into. That car had pulled out in front of the semi which was going full speed down the highway and had smacked the car on the driver’s side, as the car pulled in front of it.
I spun around quick enough to see the semi braking hard, afterwards and the car was spinning in the road, like a top and kept spinning towards the other side of the road and spun around a telephone pole.
I ran out there to see how the driver was. The truck had stopped and he left it in the highway right where he stopped and got out and walked over to the restaurant; never went to see the car.
I got to the car and saw the guy was bashed up pretty good on his left side, was bleeding like crazy and I could see his head was split and his left side pretty bashed up. He was conscious though and I heard him mumbling, something like “I never saw him, I never saw him...”
Well, I ran back to the restaurant and stuck my head in the door and it looked like “business as usual” and nothing was going on. I hollered, while sticking my head in the door and said, “Someone call an ambulance”. (I mean, the truck driver was in there and I would have hoped it would have been done already). But, no one moved or budged to go to a phone. I hollered a second time, a bit louder and said, “Someone call an ambulance”. Again, no one moved or did anything. Well, the third time I *screamed* at the top of my voice (and everyone stopped dead... LOL...) and said “Someone call an ambulance!!” Well, a waitress moved towards a phone and started to make the call.
I ran back out to the car and there was no one there. No one had come out to see how the driver was doing. I knew that he couldn’t stay out in zero degree weather very long, so I decided to get him out of that car and into the fillling station, which was a bit closer (and hopefully warmer inside).
I asked him if he could get out, but he couldn’t move, so I pulled on the door which was crumpled but I was able to open it. Then I tried to pull the guy out as easily as possible and he had one arm over my shoulder and I led him across the highway, leaning on me and going slowly.
The people at the service station were just watching and doing nothing. And what surprised me greatly all during this time is that not one single person even came out there to see if there was anything to do — not at all — all during the time I was there.
I finally got him over to the service station and had him set down inside and asked them to help him while they were waiting for the ambulance to arrive. He looked in pretty bad shape so I wasn’t sure if he would survive.
After I did all that, I left and kept driving on down the highway. I never told anyone who I was, and I’m sure that no one saw where I came from and all they probably know is that I left afterwards, never to show up there again...
To this day I don’t know whether he is alive or died then. I hope he made it...