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14 years ago we were coming back from a trip to Southern California to be there for my grandson’s 1st birthday in April.

On the way back we were driving in the middle night about 50 miles north of Cedar City Utah, when I watched a car behind us go through the center divider on the other side of the highway and roll over, I noticed it in my rearview mirror, as I saw the headlights going in the wrong direction and all the dust from it.

I backed up ran across the freeway and saw it was newer Volkswagen Beetle there were 4 people trapped in it. I tried repeatedly to open the doors, but because of it being upside down the doors would not open. That was when I realized the passengers were 4 girls trapped in the car. I looked around for a rock in the pitch black darkness, found one broke the rear window and pulled them out one at a time, the first girl was in rough shape, she was bleeding and I had trouble getting her to sit down while I got the other three girls out. I finally got them all out of the car and safely away, I told them to just stay there and try to relax, as I needed to go back to our car. I ran back across the freeway to our car to see if my wife had got a hold of the police, and let her know some of them were cut and bleeding, and two of them were most likely in shock. She handed me a couple of towels and my daughters handed me some blankets, as it was quite cold outside being the middle of the night in April. My wife was on our cell phone talking to the local sheriff who said he was on his way and had dispatched an ambulance.

I went back to the girls to clean them up a little try to get them warm and stay with them until more help arrived. About 15 minutes had passed and I noticed 2 of the girls were going into shock, fortunately a truck driver noticed the commotion, stopped backed up his rig and offered his help too, he had a sleeper in his truck so we put the girls in his sleeper and comforted them until the local sheriff and the paramedics arrived.

When the sheriff got there he took all our information, and our stories as to what happened while the paramedics all checked out the girls and put them in the ambulance. It struck me kind of funny later because I noticed the sheriff was wearing his pajama top underneath his jacket, showed you how much he had hurried to get there.

I never heard what happened to the 4 girls, I guess they were all okay, we watched the news when we got home and there was no reports on the accident.

As a family we talked about it all the way home, I glad I noticed this in my rearview mirror and thought, had I not it could have ended up much worse.

I still have the Roper Cowboy boots I was wearing at the time, they were new and it cut into the leather on one of the boots when I was going back and forth in the center divider. Everytime I wear them it reminds me of that day.

My point here is when are you considered a hero, I feel I was just being a good Samaritan.

To me, to be a hero you have to be placing your life in danger when helping others.

I welcome all your comments as to how you feel about this.

What made me think about this, is recently George Zimmerman recently helped rescue a family in an overturned SUV, he was not on his own he assisted others in getting them out. The police and the media jumped all over this and made him out to be a hero, sorry he is not a hero and the media blew this all out of proportion, had George Zimmerman not killed Treyvon Martin, we would never known this incident had even happened. Just like you wouldn’t have known about mine with out me telling it.

I blame the police and the media for making him out to be a hero, it is time to move on and live our lives again, since we will never know the real truth since Treyvon is not alive to tell his side.

no hate

As always I will close my blog with Rusty loves you!

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