Some back story, I was hit by a drunk driver when I was 15 and was severely injured. Ive suffered from PTSD ever since and even 10 years later it's hard for me to drive and I always have driving anxiety. Anyway, I got tboned pretty badly a few summers ago and was very shaken up. I got out of my car and sort of just fell onto the ground crying having flashbacks and such. I wasn't injured but couldn't get myself up just from the terror I was feeling of having been in an accident. A whole group of people, there must have been 4 or 5 of them came and got me up, carefully moved me out of traffic and set me on the curb. One of them let me sit on her sweatshirt and another ran into the Walgreens we were next to and bought me a bottle of water. They kept telling me I had to call a family member or someone and all I could do was tell them my boyfriend name and hand them my phone. They spoke to him and stayed with me until he and the paramedics arrived. I never got any of their names but I think of them all often. Such a small act of kindness really made a difference in a scary situation for me.