While everyone else just filmed my dying son’s crisis, seventeen bikers saved him on the highway 😱😱😱.
Jackson, my ten-year-old son, had fallen off his bike and was convulsing on the flaming asphalt. I yelled for them to contact the police, but instead of assisting us, onlookers pulled out their phones and started recording the incident for social media 😱.
Automobiles were honking at us to get out of the way. A man even threatened to run us over if we didn’t move after some drivers shouted at us for obstructing traffic.
Then I heard motorcycles roaring. With their bikes forming a wall between my child and the onlookers, who were more focused on their adventure than a child’s life, these strangers in leather surrounded us.
Jackson’s problem had struck without warning. He was riding calmly one moment, and then he fell, his body shaking and tight.
I was unable to shield him from the cars while simultaneously lifting him and maintaining his head stability. While I was yelling for assistance, the majority of drivers continued to drive without stopping. Some were filming regardless of the circumstances.
Everyone was shocked by what transpired next, but 😱😱😱
The engines then came into view. A line of motorcycle riders came to a halt. The commander, a tall, white-bearded man, dismounted his Harley and crouched by Jackson. After testing his pulse, he declared, “I’m a paramedic.” “What is the duration of his convulsions?”
“Three or four minutes,” I said, feeling worn out. “It will take them fifteen minutes,” the police added.
“Not quickly enough,” he said, expressing concern.
The white-bearded motorcyclist wasted no time. He told the other bikers to protect the area around him and got a first aid kit out of his luggage. The mob of onlookers had finally fled when they heard the engines screaming behind them, but they were too occupied recording. However, these soldiers were come to take action, not to observe.
“I’ll keep him steady,” he responded coolly. Despite Jackson’s intimidating appearance, he held him in his arms with unexpected tenderness. He quickly administered first aid while keeping a comforting hand on my baby and chatting to him gently.
To guarantee prompt medical assistance, a younger motorcyclist pulled out his phone and dialed the cops. The leader kept an eye on Jackson’s vitals throughout the interim, his expression solemn and intent. He looked up at me and said, “He needs to be taken to the hospital right away.” “Remain calm; we will rescue him.”
Although the minutes seemed to drag on forever, Jackson was able to be taken over by the emergency services before the situation became too serious because of their prompt and expert action.
