23 People Describe The Horror Of Watching Someone Die Violently

22. His clothes were all over the road and there was a ton of blood.

“I was about 12 and I lived on a private road located off of a relatively busy road. My parents asked me to go get the mail which was located by the busy road. When I got down to the end of our private road I noticed a teenage boy (17ish) walking. I quickly hid in the edge of the woods surrounding our private road because it wasn’t normal to see people walking by our road (pretty rural area).

I watched the boy stop and watch the cars passing by for a minute. Just as I was about to turn around and leave the boy jumped in front of a van. The van managed to stop miraculously and the boy screamed. The boy looked and quickly jumped in front of a semi coming in the next lane. I’ll never forget the sight of him getting run over. His clothes were all over the road and there was a ton of blood. His leg was basically detached from his body.

I was young and wasn’t sure what to do so I just ran home and pretended I didn’t see anything. I felt really guilty because I felt like I should’ve stopped him somehow. I blamed myself for being scared of a stranger and hiding in the woods. We were supposed to have dinner at my grandmas that night, but couldn’t because they shut down the road for aero med.

The boy actually survived. He told everyone it was an accident and he was just trying to cross the road when walking home from a friend’s. Even if I hadn’t seen him jump, his story doesn’t make sense. There is no logical reason he would cross there at that part of the road. Everyone believed him though. They made this care page with updates that I followed for months. When they stopped updating that I started looking at his Facebook. He’s in a wheelchair now with brain damage. It took him years to fully recover. The whole experienced kind of fucked me up. I got diagnosed with an anxiety disorder pretty soon after it happened, but I still haven’t talked about it with anyone (I’m 19 now).”


23. I watched my grandfather fall 400 feet down Mount Hood.

“TLDR: Watched my Grandpa fall to his death, used the trauma to motivate me to continue learning Emergency Medicine.

Watched my grandfather fall 400 feet down Mount Hood. Treated him until I needed to call it off. I had been trained and certified as an Emergency Medical Responder and Advanced Wilderness First Aid, so I treated him like any other patient. But, no matter how much medical training I go through, I’ll never feel like I did enough.

The hardest part was covering him up with a space blanket, and leaving him behind. It’s hard to leave someone behind after they spent a good chunk of their life teaching you and mentoring you.

It was 2 years ago last Sunday, and it still fucks me up sometimes. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is a helluva weird thing.

I’ve looked at it as a motivation to keep learning medicine, and I’m currently enlisted in the US Army as a 68W combat medic with Airborne. I start BCT in August.

Horrific stuff happens, but you just gotta roll with the punches.

Thanks for asking, talking about it really helps me through it.

The most accurate report of the event.”

silvurbullet TC mark


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