What happens when we are Careless?

             One wet November evening, my partner and I were at the station house. We were just settling in for a quiet evening at work when, we got a call. The dispatcher told us that there had been an accident on route 159 near Amanda Township. She said it was serious and we had better run "hot" (with lights and sirens). She said this all the time, and we rolled our eyes when she said it this time. Still, for good measure, Jason and I got to the scene as quickly as possible. When we arrived on the old country road we realized it really was serious. It was the run that ended my career as an EMT. .
             When we arrived on the scene, we saw that a motorcyclist had slid on the damp ground, losing control of his bike. He had slid right up underneath a semi-truck heading in the opposite direction. He hadn't gone under the wheels, but under the middle of the truck. There had been a chain hanging down in a U shape that had caught him at the chin. It had ripped off his whole face including his lower jaw, nose, and eyeballs. His face was gone, what was left looked like something out of a horror movie. The haunting vision is still with me today. It was a wonder the guy was still breathing. .
             Jason told me to go check on the driver of the semi truck. The truck driver told me that he had strained his neck and his wrist while trying to keep from hitting the motorcyclist. I took his vitals, and prepared him for transport. I radioed for another ambulance to come since ours was going to be used for the driver of the motorcycle. Meanwhile, Jason came over to me and asked me for some help. He pulled me aside and said that he couldn't find the face of the guy on the bike. Right about then, the other ambulance showed up and I had to brief them on the condition of the semi-driver. They left with him and I returned to Jason. He was working on the motorcyclist in the ambulance. He told me, "Get out there and look around for it!" I said, "O.