I was about 10 years old
. Family was heading to church on Sunday morning, when a neighbor lady came running to the road waving my Dad down. Dad pulled over quickly and ran to the car sitting in their driveway, a pair of legs sticking out from under the car twitching and kicking up gravel. Guy had the car up on cider blocks or some wood and it had toppled over.
My brother and I were watching from the car about 20 yards away as Dad got the car jacked up high enough to pull the guy out. Mom tried to distract us, or told us not to watch, but at 10 years old that just made me want to watch more. It must of just happened as the guy stopped moving shortly afterwards. We stayed until after the ambulance came and then we went on to church.
Weird sitting in church after seeing that, but I guess it was appropriate. Dad who always had a hard time staying away during the sermon. But not that morning.
