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I was about eight years old when a motorcyclist was hit by a car about three hundred feet away from where my friends and I were playing football. He was laying in the gutter face up. A few minutes later the ambulance showed up and the EMT's began Chest compressions. Every time they pushed on his chest blood oozed out of his ears, nostrils and mouth. They did this three or four times. They then attempted to place him on a backboard to put in the ambulance. There was so much blood he kept sliding off. I went behind a bush and puked for about ten minutes. I have never been on a motorcycle.
Be careful guys.
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