This is my first story. It is true and happened it happened about fourteen years ago, but still is one of my most vivid memories. I have changed the names and place to maintain privacy.
At the time I was traveling for a large corporation performing quality assurance work in production facilities. At the time of this event I was in another state, near Dallas, Texas. As was usually the case this week I departed home on Monday and planned to return Friday afternoon.
Late Thursday afternoon I decided to go the bookstore in the mall to get something to read. While walking from my rental car into the mall I heard a women's scream. I then saw a young girl about three years old running through the parking lot with her mother chasing her. The mothers scream was followed by some Spanish words that I did not know. As the young girl laughed and ran away from the woman it was obvious that the girl was just playing but the woman, whom I later confirmed was her mother , and was carrying group of packages, was concerned and chasing the girl towards me.
Just as the girl emerged from between some parked car I noticed an old Ford Galaxy car headed towards the girl traveling way too fast for a parking mall lot. I quickly ran towards the girl and pushed her out of the way of the car, I was rewarded with getting hit by the Ford in my back. I was thrown into another parked car.
When I came to, I was laying on the parking lot staring up at a beautiful Mexican woman with long black hair, who was holding a crying three year old girl with scrapes on the face and arms. With a strong Spanish accent the mother asked if I was alright. My back was killing me and I told her this. She told me that she would get help and pulled a cell phone out of her purse. This surprised me as not many people had cell phone back in 1998, they were expensive. She proceeded to speak in rapid Spanish into the cell phone. After her call, she told me that her name was Maria and that an ambulance would be here soon. Maria also introduced me to her daughter Mary, who was holding her mother tightly. Mary was a very cute little girl similar to her mother in appearance to her mother but with darker complexion. I introduced myself as Ben Jones. Shortly the ambulance arrived and took me the hospital.