As David and I were leaving Sacred Harp, turning from Ponce onto Courtland, I witnessed a car hit a pedestrian. Not like a tap or bump, but a full on slam into this man. He got airborne - as high as the roof of the car and came down hard. The car slowed to a stop, then sped away. (asshole) We stopped and blocked traffic so this guy didn't get run over again. An ambulance came and took him to Grady, and I hope that is the last I hear of it.
The police man told me they would call me if the guy dies. No phone calls please. Honestly, the man was in surprisingly good shape for what had just happened. Didn't appear to have broken bones and wasn't gushing blood. Who knows about the whole concussion/head injury part.
Anyway, the scene played in my head all day yesterday. I've asked myself why I had to be the one to witness. So strange.
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