Lorelei and Me
The Beginning
I met Lorelei Jones in a rather strange and bizarre way. By happenstance I was about three hundred yards behind her Mercedes sports car driving down one of the many country roads around our small Wisconsin town. I had delivered some feed and supplies to a local farm from my families feed and tack store and was on my way back. The road we were on was a typical rolling farm country road. As Lorelei was about to pass through some woods that were on both sides of the road a deer bolted from the left side of the road into Lorelei's path.
She reacted quickly, but wasn't quick enough to avoid hitting the buck. Her brake lights gleamed brightly while pieces of her cars trim flew up into the air in slow motion as a result of the impact with the deer. Her car swerved to the right and then plowed head on into a tree bringing the car to an abrupt stop. I stomped on the gas of my old pick-up in an effort to close the distance to the wreck, stopped, jumped out and immediately went to the driver's side of the car to see if Lorelei was okay. I was able to wrench the car door open and saw that the air bags had deployed and were slowly deflating. I could smell the aroma of gasoline and didn't want to risk either one of us to any further danger, so I pulled my pocket knife from my pocket and punctured the airbags.
When I saw Lorelei, she had a bloody nose, but I couldn't detect any cuts or other blood. As I undid her seat belt, she looked at me with obvious confusion as she said, "I think I know you. What happened?"
"You've had an accident," I replied. "I need to get you out of the car because I can smell gas. I'm going to lift you from the car now, so if you feel any abnormal pain let me know." She nodded her head slowly, so I reached down under her legs with my left arm, put her left arm around my neck, grabbed her around her back to her right-side arm pit, lifted her up and pulled her from the car. I carried her to my truck, opened the passenger door and set her down on the seat. It was awkward because she was facing the wrong way, so I set her down facing out of the door and handed her a tissue from my glove box for her nose.
"Okay, I'm going to call for the police and an ambulance. I'm guessing that you haven't broken your legs or arms and that your back is okay." I pulled my cell phone from my pocket, but had no signal sitting as we were in the woods in a hollow. I thought for a second and decided to run Lorelei to the hospital myself. "Lorelei, I have no cell signal here, so I'm going to take you to the hospital. I'm going to buckle you in and then we'll leave after I do a couple of things.
I got her buckled in, closed the door and then walked around to the driver side and grabbed some road flares. I set the flares off and placed them in intervals away from Lorelei's car to warn others of the wreck. When I was satisfied, I jumped into my truck and headed to town as fast as I could. As I passed her car I could see the dead buck laying off to the side of the road and the crumpled mess that was her car. As I crested the hill, I had a couple of cell bars, so I called 911 as I drove.
When the operator picked up, I said, "I'm enroute to the county hospital with an injured 18-year-old girl who was in an accident on County Highway A. She hit a deer and then ran head on into a tree. I couldn't detect any problems other than a bloody nose and her eyes weren't dilating properly, so I think she has a concussion." At that moment she vomited on herself. "She just vomited. I'm exceeding the speed limit to get her to the hospital as quickly as possible and should be there in 10 minutes." She began asking me all sorts of questions that I couldn't answer, so I said, "I'm sorry, but I need to concentrate on driving. Just let the hospital ER know I'm on my way!" I then hung up.
As I pulled up to the emergency area, there were several people with a gurney standing by as I screeched to a halt. They immediately went to work pulling Lorelei from the truck and laid her on the gurney. I quickly parked and ran into the ER to check that she was okay. As I watched the team check her out I decided I should notify her parents.
I knew that her father was the president of the town bank, so I looked up the number and called. When I got the bank operator, I said, "I need to speak with President Jones, it's a family emergency." The operator was making noises like she didn't want to forward my call, so I said, "His daughter has been in an accident and she's currently in the county hospital ER!" She told me to hold please and forwarded the call.
When Mr. Jones answered he asked, "Who is this and what's going on?"
"Mr. Jones, my name is Ben Lawrence, my Dad owns the feed store. I happened to be behind Lorelei as she was driving down Highway A when a deer jumped in front of her. She hit the deer and then ran head-on into a tree. I think she suffered a concussion, but nothing else seems hurt. I drove her to the hospital and got here about 5 minutes ago."
"Okay, thanks Ben. I'm on my way down there right now. Thanks for calling and for everything you've done. Stay put and I'll see you in just a few minutes."
Next, I called my Dad and told him where I was and what happened. He told me he was proud of me and said he'd call the Barnes farm and let them know we'd deliver their stuff tomorrow. I laughed and said, "Dad, I made the delivery, I was on my way back."
A few minutes later a man in a suit came bustling into the ER, locked onto me and hurried over. "You must be Ben. I knew your Mom and you look just like her. How's Lori doing?"
"I don't know, sir. They won't tell me anything."
"Okay, I'll go check and see what I can find out. Wait here, I need to talk to you."
He went off in search of answers. About 20 minutes later, Mr. Jones walked up, sat next to me and said, "Lorelei will be fine. She has suffered a concussion as you surmised with no broken bones. They figure the concussion was the result of the airbags. They're going to keep her for a night or two and as soon as they get her settled in her room she'd like to see you." He wanted to know what happened in detail, so I related everything that happened.
When I finished, he said, "You acted quickly and bravely considering the smell of gas. What are your plans for the future?"
I thought that that was an interesting segue, but answered, "Well, come Fall I'll be attending UW and majoring in pre-med."
Mr. Jones smiled and said, "After today, I think that you'll make a good doctor. Do you have a specialty in mind?"
"Actually, I just want to be GP with a private practice. I've always admired Dr. Robert our family doctor and want to follow his example."
His smile got broader and said, "Jesse is a very good role model. He's a fine doctor and a good friend of mine."
All of a sudden, a beautiful woman came running into the waiting area eyes wide in terror. Her daughter was a spitting image of this woman, just a bit younger. She saw the two of us and ran up to her husband. He stood and pulled her into a hug as he said, "Lorelei is fine. She suffered a concussion, but thanks to the efforts of this young man was cared for promptly before anything else could befall her." She turned and looked down at where I was sitting, so I stood up as Mr. Jones said, "Honey, this is Ben Lawrence the young man who helped Lori. Ben, this is my wife, Honey."
I stuck my hand out to shake, but she pulled me into a hug and said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. So, what exactly happened?" I related the tale once again. She asked a few questions which I answered.
Finally, a doctor walked in and asked, "Mr. and Mrs. Jones?" They both nodded, so he continued, "Your daughter will be fine. She suffered a moderate concussion, so we'd like to keep her here for a night or two under observation. We have her in a room and she's anxious to see you."
As they headed out of the ER, Mr. Jones turned to me and said, "Come on Ben, she'd like to see you too."
I followed along until we got to Lorelei's room. I stood back to allow the family to have their little reunion. Her mother was particularly distressed until Lorelei told her she was fine. After about 10 minutes, Lorelei looked at me and said, "I know, I know you, but I don't know your name I'm afraid to say."
"I'm Ben Lawrence, we've gone to school together forever, but we don't really run around with the same people. I'm glad you're feeling better and if there's anything I can get you let me know."
She smiled and said, "Well, thank you for coming to my rescue. I'm sorry for vomiting in your truck."
Her face got red, so I said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, that's one of the signs of a concussion and can't be helped. It will be easy enough to clean up. Anyway, I should get going back to work."