Okay, so I'm way behind on everything since we got back to Turkey. The dust bunnies are big enough to need names, I'm thinking the laundry might need to be sedated soon for our safety, and I've only once met my (self set) deadlines for this little writing gig I do to justify staying at home while my kid's at school.
But here's what happened not 2 minutes from my house a couple of weeks ago.
I'd love to know what was going through that driver's head as he approached that bridge. And that poor guy on the left who sees the truck coming, stops, probably thinks, "No way, that's not really going to happen."
Normally when Turks stop their cars and get out of them in the middle of the freeway, it makes me anywhere from extremely nervous to extremely pissed off. But in this case I can't help feeling it's really great how many people dropped whatever they were doing to run over and help.
Fortunately no one was killed, though a few people were pretty badly hurt. Fortunately schools were on vacation, plus the snow was keeping a lot of folks indoors so the bridge was relatively empty.
Also I just figured out how to post videos! Cool, man.