I witnessed a terrible accident that involved a young kid. I would say that he was about five years old. He was knocked down from behind by a motorcyclist. The poor lad was flung off his feet and he landed badly on the hard gravel.
He bled from both his knees because he fell most awkwardly. A resident from the closest house came running out and he wore nursing scrubs.
I stopped to give any assistance and addressed the good Samaritan as “Doctor”. Well, he looked like one in that apparel but he quickly corrected me and said that he was not a Doctor. Boy! did he impress me. He knew exactly how to treat the young kid’s wounds and the lad looked good from the dressings that he received.
