My husband did not let me get any closer but turned the car around as fast as possible and took us around another way to the store. He would not take me home but made me go shopping. I made him call the police and tell them what we had seen earlier, not three minutes earlier. I had taken a picture of the accident scene very quickly and even a 2 second video before my husband dragged me back into the car.

I called the Daily News Paper when we got home and emailed them the photo and then cried myself silly and went and soaked in a hot bath. I keep hearing the horn. I keep asking myself why I did not call the police when we saw him hit the ditch the first time. I keep asking myself if it would have made a difference. My husband says I am blaming myself for something I could not control but the truth is I feel guilty because I thought about calling the police and then felt sorry for the person driving the truck. I feel guilty because I thought about calling and did not act. The next time I see someone driving on the road like this you can bet your bottom dollar I will be calling the police. I feel not only guilty because I did not call but because I laughed. I laughed. I don’t know if he is dead or alive. I don’t have the nerve to call and find out. But I laughed. I had no control over what happened and I am ashamed of how I handled myself. I feel much like the workers must have felt who charged the firemen for water on 911 though it is not quite the same. So I would suggest strongly to you should you decide to read this all the way through, think before you get behind the wheel of a vehicle. Your actions could have a major chain reaction and not a good one, besides I might be behind you with my cell phone and I will make the call as I do not want to laugh like that ever again.