I was on my way to Miami on 95 south, after pulling out of a rest area, I saw a car roll atleast 6 times to this day I dont know if it was a van or suv but IT WAS FUCKED!
Anyway, the point of my story is that had I not stopped, its very likely both passengers would not have made it. It took me atleast 30 minutes and about 30 passing cars, to FINALLY get someone to stop. Now keep in mind, each of those cars was well aware of an accident as they literaly drove over the peoples belongings which were scattered throughout the street. Regardless how good it felt to be the "hero", the helpless abandoned feeling that I felt that night will never be forgotten.

ps: it was 2 am and my cell didnt have service!