Wow. Cannot imagine seeing that daconti.
I know all felt helpless.
The series of events that changed my life occurred as I was talking w/ the 22 yr old male, who'd just had a wreck in our parking lot attempting to pop a wheelie that he'd seen me do a day prior
, was almost eerie when I think back on it. He wrecked @ ~3:15pmish where his gas tank ruptured and caused 1 truck to catch fire as it's gas tank exploded from the motorcycle underneath. Soon, there were 2 trucks on fire immediately bordering a new vehicle I'd just purchased so I was building anxiety watching 2 trucks explode next to my newest one and the police not allowing me to walk down the north end lot and move the new toy.
As I was talking to the kid, he turned eerily white... I'm talking almost new snow-white. He passed out and I couldn't move or say anything as he had my mobile and was actually talking to his father @ that time telling him what had occurred and that he was okay.
Corp security and police immediately rushed over and the walkie-talkie thing was ensuing like crazy as I just stood there motionless, etc. They started performing CPR and after a while, I saw the med txport (helicopter) as it approached and landed in an adjoining corp's parking lot.
They air lifted him and I thought everything would be okay. Before I could return to the desk and hold my face decently well to shake off everything I'd just witnessed... I recv'd a phone call from "Kat" (Katrina, Deontay's sister).
She was yelling and screaming "he dead" in the phone very wildly. I asked her to calm down afterwhich she told me D had just had a wreck on his motorcycle and bumped his head on his concrete driveway.
It was my understanding that D had just did some maintenance on his gixxer 1000 and was testing it out w/out a helmet on and upon entering his driveway, the front tire hit a slick spot and fell causing him to fall and hit his head on the concrete.
@ ~ 5:50pm CST, I recv'd a call from the 22 yr old's dad informing me his son had just passed @ Harris Methodist (I think) near downtown Ft Worth.
All of that was on a Wednesday.
On the subsequent Saturday a.m., I learned my 1st cousin Peter, who could ride MUCH-MUCH-MUCH better than I could pretend to ride, died earlier Saturday morning (2am/3am thereabouts) street racing in Houston on the <b>exact</b> same motorcycle I'd just purchased and I'd rode wheelies on etc (limited edition R1). I ceased riding motorcycles that w/e.
I paid ~9K$ cash for the R1. I sold it 3 yrs later for 3K$ w/ all of 753 miles on it.
Sorry for the rant but daconti's deal w/ the vehicle fire caused me to recall those truck fires and those events.
(mid-May) I still walk to that exact same spot on that particular parking lot and search my soul... The concrete was replaced but there are other areas where it wasn't and you can still see the scorch marks from the fires.