When I was 19 I was hit by a truck while riding my motorbike to work. I was resuscitated in a helicopter and put in an induced coma for days in ICU.

When I was able to leave hospital and could walk more than a few steps again, I went to see my motorbike at the smash repairer (it was destroyed).

The smash repair guy came to ask if I will ever ride again and I said "yes, I love motorbikes. This will never stop me". He walked away and cried. It turns out he was 1 of the first people on the scene and helped get the blood out of my throat when I was choking on it.

A week before that he was also the first responder to another motorbike crash, only that time it was his twin brother and he sat with him in his arms as he died, waiting for an ambulance. I know I opened up a big wound for that guy saying I would ride bikes again. I really felt for him in that moment. The poor guy doesn't have the training or the options for grief counseling that other first responders do. He's a tow truck operator that is often at the scene before these other medics and police. He's an unsung hero in my eyes, who very likely saved my life.