Motorcycle Collision

I’ll never forget the first time I saw a motorcycle collision. I was walking home the night before finals week began. It was late and the walk to my dorm was relatively well-illuminated by the street lamps being swarmed by moths. In the distance I could hear the distinct whine of the motorcycle. As it came barreling down the hill towards the intersection I then heard music blaring from an oncoming car racing from an adjacent street. The collision happened in slow motion… glass and plastic everywhere. My subconscious took over as I sprinted to the lifeless biker’s aid. He wouldn’t move or respond. Another witness called 911 seemingly seconds before the ambulance showed up. This horrific event sparked my interest in a career as a Physician