Déjà Vu (subtitle - how I came to sign up for the Red Cross course yesterday)

I saw the steam through the upper tree branches before I saw the green Toyota crumpled against the trunk. The steep pitch of shoulder the car had slid into, had caused its back wheels to come off the ground. The man in the grey t-shirt was flailing his arms and screaming and as I watched oncoming traffic just whiz by without even slowing I realized what he was saying, "Please help me - my kids are bleeding!"

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