I'm glad to see there are a few good people left in the world.
July 3, 1993 my mom was riding backseat on a seadoo when she fell off right in front of the opening to the channel between Crazyhorse and Windsor 4, our whole group was day camping at Windsor 4. Her friend never noticed that she fell off and kept going. While my mom was waiting to get picked up a drunk Temple City sherrif was planing out his 24' Hallett when he ran her over. Her left arm and leg were nearly severed completely. Sherrif's buddy was on a jet ski behind him when he saw my mom pop up. He stopped and flagged down a boat with a family with young kids and they pulled my mom on deck, a friend of ours saw the scene and jumped on the boat with the family. From what I hear he had to pretty much hold her leg together on the ride over to Crazyhorse. They airlifted her to Pheonix where they were able to save everything, Thank God for some amazing doctors, my mom is walking almost like nothing ever happened 6 months later.
The guy on the jet ski raced to the launch ramp to the sherrif and told him he ran someone over. The jerkhole went to check his stainless steel prop for damage, because human bone can bend a steel prop at 8,000 rpm. The sherrif got home and finally started believing his jetski buddy and pounded a few beers before they called PD to make it look like he had been drinking at home and not on the lake. We heard this part of the story from the jetski guy who is no longer friends with the TC Sherrif.
If not for the few good samaritans like Bob, my mom could have ended up like the poor guy who got run over. I was 7 when that happened and I remember the whole scene like it was yesterday. I always think about the people who stopped and helped. I thank them everyday.