Lost a man today. He hit the bridge by my place and rolled over. His engine caught fire. I ran out and grabbed two extinguishers and my wife a third but we couldn’t get the fire out. Someone else tried to smash the window to get the guy out because the doors wouldn’t open but couldn’t. I ran back to the house for a sledge hammer and another extinguisher and started hearing him screaming. By the time I made it back the screaming stopped and it was too late, the gas tank caught fire and that was it.

Things happen fast, you do what you can but in the end you’re sometimes never prepared enough. So prepare as much as you can while you can and pray for the best.