The way home...

It takes me about two hours to get from where I live in Ft.Walton Beach to where my parents live in Mobile.  I was driving home for Easter and I was only a couple of minutes from the exit on I-10 that I take to their house.  I was going west and a white Dodge Ram that was traveling east careened into the median.  Through the cloud of dust and grass it was creating I could see the white truck bouncing towards me and the other five or so cars that were traveling near me.  We realized that the truck didn't plan on stopping.  It entered the west bound traffic about two car lengths in front of the car now stopped directly in front of me.  The truck then did three full 360 degree turns before stopping and rolling backwards into the median.  The car in front of me pulled off to the shoulder and I wasn't sure if the truck had clipped it and I just hadn't realized it and I pulled off behind them.  Another truck pulled into the median to check on the driver of the out of control truck.  I thought that the driver of the truck must have had a heart attack, seizure or some kind of medical emergency that had rendered him incapacitated. While the other man approached the truck i approached the car that had been in front of me. 

I stopped just behind the back passenger's window. 

Me: "Excuse me. Are y'all alright?" 

Male Passenger: "Yeah we're fine.  Thank you for stopping though."

Female Driver: "FUCK THAT! I AIN'T FINE!!! HE SCARED THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME? DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT?!"

Me: "Haha yeah I saw I don't know what happened but I just wanted to make sure y'all were ok..."

Male Passenger: "yeah we're good, thanks again."

Me: "Yeah, no problem."

I turned and faced the median where the man who stopped was trying to talk to the man in the truck.  The man in the truck appears fine.  He's conscious, holding a cell phone, and looking at me and the other man who stopped like we have lost our minds.  

Me: "What the fuck?"

The other man who stopped just put his hands in the air, shook his head and then pointed to the guy in the truck and started walking back to his own vehicle.  So I'm pretty sure Meth almost killed me.  The guy merges back into traffic the same time I do but doesn't get off the interstate at the next exit to turn back east bound but continues west.  Awesome.

My Dad is a sheriff's deputy (his retirement job after 25+ years as a police officer) was sitting in his living room watching Fox News (Glenn Beck makes me want to cut myself) and I decided to tell him about the incident thinking we could discuss how meth almost killed me.

After telling him what happened. 

Dad: "You shouldn't stop for shit like that."

Me: "What? I can't not stop...i thought it was someone having a heart attack or something.  How could i not stop?"

Dad: "What are you going to be able to do? You're going to give some guy CPR?"

Me: "Uh well I do know how to and I am capable of dialing 911 and I know basic stuff that is better than nothing."

Dad: "Are you a Doctor?"

Me: "No"

Dad: "Are you a nurse?"

Me: "No"

Dad: "Are you a cop?"

Me: "NO!"

Dad: "Well what good are you to anyone then.  You're just going to get hurt. Stop being retarded.  Once you've seen enough dead civilians you'll know it's not worth stopping." 

Me: "Yeah, I don't even know how to respond to that soooo good talk Dad."

FML