There was a wreck we heard. I left the computer I was playing, sprinted across the field, through multiple electric and barbed wire fences, and got there. The vehicle was still running, but there was a large gas leak. The driver died on impact, I could see his body under the truck. I kept everyone at a safe distance, and redirected traffic until the firemen got there. After the authorities took over, I tried to help the grieving family, and afterwards I helped clean up the debris and chemicals. I was only about 14 or 15. Thankfully, seeing the body didn't haunt me ever.
There is one more selfless thing, but it is so dark I can NEVER say it.
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