When I was 18 years old I was hit by an impeccably dressed obviously wealthy beautiful and glamorous drunk driver. She said she had just flown in to Denver and had had too much to drink. Her husband was a high powered attorney in Denver at the time, she did not even receive a ticket for almost killing me. Before EMT arrived Ernie was frantically trying to pull me out of the smashed car. The scariest dirtiest creepiest meanest hairiest looking Hells Angel grabbed Ernie in a bear hug and told him that everything was going to be alright that the ambulance would be there soon and not to move me, he stayed and held Ernie until help arrived. When the ambulance got there, the biker disappeared and we have always felt bad that we would not be able to thank him for helping Ernie at such a desperate time, not only that he probably saved my life. Never judge a book by its cover!
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 19:45:23 +0000
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