So here is one that says a lot about Minnesotans...
On Friday, after my nephew's graduation we were driving to our celebratory dinner, when up ahead I see a truck like this one, flipped over on its passenger side in the ditch, front of it pointing back toward oncoming traffic:
Must have happened seconds earlier because nobody passing the accident had yet stopped. We were the first to do so. I yelled "call 911" and sprinted to the scene to help, closely followed by my gal. Manwhile, many other vehicles stopped. The heavy set driver was still hanging in his seat belt, above his maybe 10 year old son. Airbags did not deploy. I could not get the locked doors open and there was a threat of the truck rolling onto its roof and crushing me and my gal. The driver managed to unbuckle and fall on top of the son. Helped son unbuckle. Unlocked the doors, my gal and I helped lift them open, son and father struggled out, seemingly miraculously unhurt. By then a nurse ran up and took over, as we got as far away from the crashed truck as possible. I looked around. At least a dozen vehicles stopped and people ran up to help, yet the traffic was moving smoothly around the accident scene. When it became clear there was nothing more to do, everyone just drove away. I never even noted the license plate, nor do I know the names of the people we helped. Obviously, they don't know ours either.
Minnesota Nice. :-)
P.S. My gal speculates that the driver was going too fast, got distracted, and had to suddenly swerve toward the shoulder to avoid rear ending the vehicle in front of him. He lost control, the truck spun 180 degrees and ended up flipped onto the passenger side, facing backwards. Makes the most sense to me as well. |
