About eight years ago, I was out in the park, I was suffering from extreme depression at the time, and I used to just walk for miles,thinking.
Anyway, I am walking along an open area, through a field, when I see a guy walking towards the road, I then see him get hit, he just flew over the car and flopped on the ground, the car drove off,so I ran over too him and lifted his head and lay him out, and asked his name, he told me it was Tom, he started crying and coughing up blood, and I called the ambulance, he was bleeding in several places and he had some shards of glass sticking in him, it was really scary,he started getting hysterical, just sputtering and crying,and then suddenly, he starts calling for his Mom,and then he starts coughing and starts to convulse, and then he just stops. and his eyes are just wide open and blood dribbling from his lips.
The ambulance arrived about ten or eleven minutes later,and told me he was dead.
I just went home and cried,it actually helped me out of my depression, but his reactions stay with me until this day.