April 30, 2012. Around Midnight.

On the Q.C. Circle-bound side of Commonwealth.
I was driving home along Commonwealth Avenue. When I arrived at the stoplight under the Commonwealth flyover, there was a swarm of people around a motorcycle rider laying on the ground. I alighted from my vehicle and ran to the scene. Turns out it was a rider crossing under the flyover that was hit by a taxi who beat the red light. A kind stranger managed to chase the fleeing taxi and call the attention of the local police. I radioed for an ambulance and just my luck, an EMT (emergency medical technician) on his way home heard my transmission and pulled over to assist. Luckily he had his EMT gear with him as I didn't have mine at the time (I was driving my brother's car). We managed to stabilize the patient and assess the wounds. Shortly after the UNTV News and Rescue team arrived. The driver sustained a suspected fracture of the left ankle as well as an open wound in the said area. He was transported to the East Avenue Medical Center.







Meanwhile, on the Fairview-bound side
I thought it was enough adventure for the day (earlier I was on duty at a motorbike race in Clark where we had some spills also) but someone shouted that there was an accident on the opposite lane of Commonwealth. It was around 500 meters away. The ambulances counterflowed Commonwealth to reach the victims. As the vehicle I was driving did not have emergency equipment, I had to drive a fair bit to the u-turn slot to get to the scene. When we arrived, a cabbie lay on the ground in a pool of blood a few meters in front of his cab. He had sustained a stab wound to the chest in an apparent robbery. The UNTV rescue team prepped him for transport and the police arrived shortly. We would later learn that the cabbie was DOA at East Avenue Medical Center. He had lost his life for his meager earnings. In his license jacket was the photo of a young girl (around 5 years old?) that was said to be his daughter.

Let us all be careful when we ply the roads especially at night.

P.S. Pardon my crooked prose, I'm dead tired.