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Twice.
First time was when I was in High School. Friend of mine were cruising around in the country and the weather was awful. It was probably 20 sleeting and the wind was about 30. Saw a dude in the middle of the road. Then he falls down. Turns out his wife left him, he got drunk and smashed into a bridge. His ribs were broken and a lung collapsed. He was damn lucky we happened upon him, because there probably wouldn't have been any traffic on that road for a few hours or maybe until morning. Used my mom's analog cell phone. The dumb****s at the 911 joint couldn't figure out where the hell I was and had sent the ambulance the wrong ****ing direction and had to call me back (despite them numbering the roads out there). '
Second time it was in the middle of summer and I was on the turnpike from Emporia to Wichita (so I couldn't turn around) and there was a really old man trying to change a tire. I don't know if it was an emergency, but I would have felt like an ass if that guy had a heat stroke or something.
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