A year or so ago I was getting a lift to work and we witnessed a horrendous crash involving the car in front of us. First aid training kicked in-there were 2 cars involved, the girl was crying, but there was no noise from the other car. I sent another motorist to sit with the girl-to keep her head still and to reassure and calm her while I rushed to the other car. He was out cold, blood dripping down his face, and with legs that were twisted and bent beyond recognition. I managed to rouse him, and the sounds of grown man sobbing in pain was heartbreaking. I placed a hand on his shoulder, tried to reassure him that help was coming and that would be ok, he was understandably quite aggressively telling me that it wasn't f***ing ok-I told him that the fact that he was swearing at me proved that he was 'ok', and I got a little chuckle. When the paramedics arrived one climbed into the car with him, and I went to leave, to give everyone the room they needed, but he grabbed my hand and told me to stay. So I did. I acted as a drip stand, and held his hand as the fire crew started to cut the car away from around him. The sound was horrendous, and I have no idea how it must have sounded to him. After what seemed like an eternity he was finally free of the car, and on his way into the back of the ambulance to make the very short trip to hospital. I called the hospital later that morning, not expecting them to tell me anything, but they told me that he had some nasty leg injuries (which I already new) and some cuts and bruises, but that he would be fine. That experience, and reading this and a few other blogs have pushed me into deciding to go for it and train to be a paramedic-and for that, I thank you