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JETT

I just can't remember if I have written about Jett.  He is a young man that freakishly entered my life, then freakishly left it...I still have a hard time wrapping my head around this young man and the WHY'S....

I first met Jeff...as I was leaving the dog park, around 9 pm after closing it for the evening, I was getting ready to pull out onto the street and I heard a motorcycle go whizzing past me...I pulled out and began to drive over the overpass...on the other side I noticed how slippery the new pavement was, no lines, really rough...and my headlights caught something weird to my left...I looked again, and it was that motorcycle, in a heap on the side of the road.  I immediately pulled to the side with my lights pointing at him and jumped out of the truck...I ran like crazy to the guy and saw that he was wrapped freakishly around a pole...the wheels to his bike were still spinning..  This was Jett...

This was in October of 2015.  Jett was moaning, he was conscious but unresponsive...I immediately saw that the entire left side of his body was twisted and broken in many places (14 broken bones total)...and my first thought was to keep his head and neck stable, keep him conscious, call 911...etc...
I think I straddled him, but did not put my weight on him, or I may have sat next to him, but I placed both my hands on each side of his face and kept him from moving...I started talking to him, I got real close to him and blew in his face...then I made a real high pitch sound with my voice and he looked at me, focused on me...his helmet was off (rolled some 50 feet away) and there was blood under his head...It seemed liked forever for the fire department and ambulance to get there...in that time of waiting, I managed to get his name out of him, and his moms name...but not much else...he had no ideal what had happened to him. so we started talking about dogs and this seemed to calm him some...he kept trying to roll his eyes back and go unconscious but every time he did this I blew in his face and made that high pitch sound...I remember taking some of his pain through my hands...they felt tingly and my head felt pain and my whole body started feeling pain...I think this also helped him stay conscious..

Next thing I remember was all these people around me, cutting his clothes off, putting a neck brace on, doing vitals etc...and not until they were ready to put him on the gurney did they pull me off of him...they knew I needed to stay with him to the last second...Jett needed me...

I somehow contacted his mom, and told her what had happened and where they had taken him... that was it.  I went home...and thought and thought and thought about Jett...What happened to him, did he die, did he live??