Today, my dad and brother and I were out on the town eating lunch and buying my brother a video camera for his 16th birthday. So we're heading back home and sitting at a red light, when all of a sudden I hear tires squealing. I looked in the rear view mirror at just the right time to see the guy behind me on a sport bike get rear ended and fly off. The worst part was the thud I heard as a part of his body collided with my rear bumper. I didn't even think and jumped out of the car and ran to the back. The wreckage wasn't that bad. There was a teenage girl (the one who rear ended him) standing & crying to the side, her car had a dent on it. You can tell by the length of the skid marks that the girl hadn't been paying attention and had to slam on the brakes at the last moment. The guy's bike was in fair shape; his slider (my dad called it that) was knocked off, his phone was on the ground and the rear rim was torn in three places with the tire wrapped around it. The worst part was the man laying on the ground. So basically, people had to come and crowd the scene. There was about 4 or 5 people that didn't need to be there just standing around. I kneeled next to the guy and started telling him things that he needed to hear: "Alright buddy, it's gonna be ok. Can you speak?" I spent a while in the Boy Scouts (quit at Star rank, two below Eagle) and took a small lifeguarding class, so I had a small amount of emergency knowledge. He was laying on the ground, and I could tell he wanted to speak. He didn't look hurt too bad. But I also knew he was slipping into shock (hence the eyes and the silence) so whatever pain he should be feeling wouldn't be there until he calmed down. So around the corner, this man comes around out of a civilian car dressed in the WRFD (Warner Robins Fire Dept) shirt. He kneeled next to me in front of the man, but I was already doing most of the talking. "Listen man. I'm a retired Boy Scout, my dad served in Vietnam and this man here is with the fire department. We're going to keep you safe until the ambulance comes." For a second, he moved a bit and cried "why the fuck would you hit a stopped bike?" I knew that he was pissed and was going to try and move, which could hurt him even more. "Hey man this is what I want you to do. Stay where you are, we're gonna take care of you okay? Now tell me, what hurts?" "Ankle." "Is there anywhere else?" ... (Fire Dept. guy): hey man we're going get the pressure off your back and remove your packpack. Is that ok?" We got his backpack off. I knew that you don't want to move an injured person, but the way he was laying on his backpack could have seriously injured his nervous system so I was thankful the fire dept. guy was there to help. Like I said, there was a small group of people that shouln't be there but were anyways. I caught this one guy trying to move the bike out of the way. "Don't fucking touch that bike. That screws up the insurance." Blades, if you move a vehicle involved with an accident, that voids the insurance. Don't do that, it's bad enough he was in a heap on the side of the road. Anyways the man on the bike was going deeper and deeper into shock. When I realized this I grabbed his backpack and placed it under his feet to get the blood moving, as well as unzipped his jacket. I checked his pulse, and it was faint, which was another bad sign. He wasn't speaking much and his skin felt cold when I checked his pulse. His breathing wasn't that great so I knew I had to do something instead of stand there and cry, like the teenage girl was. So I got on my knees beside him and started doing chest compressions. I did about 7 or 8 of them before his eyes started returning to normal. More and more I saw the dullness in his eyes go away as he came back out of shock. Right when this happened, I heard the sirens. "It's going to be ok buddy. The paramedics are here. They'll take care of you." After everything was said and done, it was determined the guy was going to be ok. Apparently, he was in so much shock that he stopped breathing. The guy from the fire dept was happy I had at least some basic emergency training. If nobody read the story, at least watch out for motorcycles. My dad rides one and has been in a few close calls before. And don't text and drive, that kind of irresponsibility isn't needed on the roads.