Tragic Accident & Supernaturally Aided Hero

daveOS

Jedi
A tragic traffic accident occured here in Seattle a couple of weeks ago that I didn't learn the backstory to until recently. Similar to survivors of one of the accident victims, the details leave me "dumbfounded and rapt" while I think also providing some sort of concrete example of factors Cassiopaean and Sott minds are attuned to.

[quote author=Eric Lacitis, Seattle Times staff reporter]
Ballard man recalls pulling girl from fiery car and a vision days later
_http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2013277039_rescue28m.html
Kenny Johnson, of Ballard, recalls how he crawled into a burning Subaru last week to save a 3-year-old whose father died.
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It would take an unusual man to decide, in a split second after witnessing a car crash, to crawl into the Subaru that had erupted into flames 8 feet high to try to save a little girl and her dad.

A week ago, early Thursday evening in Ballard, that is what Kenny Johnson did.

The accident happened a few feet from his family home and an adjoining business he owns, Rizzo's French Dip, at 7334 15th Ave. N.W.

Johnson, 40, was pulling out of the driveway, he says, when he saw a Ford Fusion heading north on the arterial at more than 60 mph. Then, there was the crash into cars waiting at a stoplight.

Johnson remembers seeing other witnesses hurry to the scene. But nobody went into the flames. "Everybody was kind of frozen," he says.

He remembers talking to himself as he went into the Subaru:

"Oh, my God, this car is gonna blow up and I'm going to be in it. Well, if does blow up, I guess I'm going straight to heaven because I'm trying to save that little girl."

He did save the 3-year-old, Anna Kotowicz, who suffered a broken arm and some bruising.

Her dad, Andy Kotowicz, 37, who had just picked up his daughter at day care, died at Harborview Medical Center three days later. He had worked for 10 years as a sales and marketing executive, and a talent scout, at Sub Pop, the Seattle record company.

That Thursday, Johnson didn't only crawl into the Subaru; he also went to help the driver of the Ford Fusion, which also was in flames.

Johnson says it looked to him as if the driver was having a seizure: twitching, eyes rolling. He splashed water on the man's face but did not try to move him. By then someone had used a fire extinguisher on both vehicles.

Police say the accident is under investigation. No citations were issued at the scene as is standard until the investigation is complete.

Amid the crackling and popping of the car on fire, Johnson says he heard the cries of the 3-year-old, "a beautiful princess with blonde hair and blue eyes."

"The car was literally like only 5 feet long. The back was totally smashed. The front was totally smashed. The car seat in which the little girl was in the back had been pushed up front," remembers Johnson.

"I looked in the front window and saw the gentleman. He was lifeless. I keep hearing the baby crying.

"I go to the passenger side. I don't remember this, but people afterward told me that when I couldn't open the door, I ripped it off the hinges. I jump into the car. For a few seconds, it's like there is no sound, no smell, everything is in slow motion. I can't explain it any other way."

Johnson managed to unbuckle the girl. He put her against his shoulder, carried her to the sidewalk and handed her to a woman who works in a nearby salon.

Days passed, and Johnson went back to his routine.

That is, until Tuesday morning around 6, he says.

"My wife is next to me in bed. She's sleeping. Everything is where it's supposed to be," says Johnson. "Then there is this man standing right by the bed. He says he needs help with a few things. I say, 'OK.'

"Now, I know it's him (Kotowicz) even though the only time I had seen him was at the accident, when he didn't look, you know, normal. He says he wants me to give a message to his wife and to his daughter. That's private so I can't tell you about that message.

"He also tells me to talk to the people at Sub Pop, he wants to let them know not to be mad at the driver that caused the accident. That's his message."

Johnson says that later that day, he went to the Sub Pop website, and there it was, a memorial photo of the man who had stood by his bed: Kotowicz.

That same Tuesday, he went to the Seattle downtown headquarters of Sub Pop and met with the staff and told them about the vision.

The staff greeted with tears the man who had saved their co-worker's daughter.

Chris Jacobs, general manager at Sub Pop, says about the vision, "We're dumbfounded and rapt."
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I am crying while reading this story, of joy when reading the passage where the baby was saved and of sadness when reading where the dad was dead.
Wow, I have not seen myself so emotional for some time! I was even thinking that what I think to be my emotional center had frozen.

"I go to the passenger side. I don't remember this, but people afterward told me that when I couldn't open the door, I ripped it off the hinges. I jump into the car. For a few seconds, it's like there is no sound, no smell, everything is in slow motion. I can't explain it any other way."
Seems like his "real I" taking control here.

It's really sad that an innocent people was dead in this accident without even being responsible.
 
Marcus-Aurelius said:
"I go to the passenger side. I don't remember this, but people afterward told me that when I couldn't open the door, I ripped it off the hinges. I jump into the car. For a few seconds, it's like there is no sound, no smell, everything is in slow motion. I can't explain it any other way."
Seems like his "real I" taking control here.

Yup...sounds like this man just met his whole soul...it would be interesting to see what he becomes now that he knows :)
 
Marcus-Aurelius said:
Wow, I have not seen myself so emotional for some time! I was even thinking that what I think to be my emotional center had frozen.

"I go to the passenger side. I don't remember this, but people afterward told me that when I couldn't open the door, I ripped it off the hinges. I jump into the car. For a few seconds, it's like there is no sound, no smell, everything is in slow motion. I can't explain it any other way."
Seems like his "real I" taking control here.

Learning the details of what really happened similarly shook me to my core. News of the loss of Andy Kotowicz was shocking enough for me and the community of folks I interconnect with, but amidst other unfolding tragedies I had filed his passing under the 'cold universe' directory of my memory banks and didn't want to give the matter further attention until a friend passed along this reality check to me. Similar to what you and Guardian highlight here, I'm impressed by the deepest parts of Kenny Johnson that compelled him to act. If I were one of the bystanders watching flames shoot 8 feet high from a fresh accident, I'm pretty sure my logic would have me locked in the "Everybody was kind of frozen" crowd.

What moved Mr. Johnson completely eludes my comprehension, and it goes hand in hand with another recent story highlighting the actions of a Boeing manager back in July who used his minivan full of friends and family to stop another driver that had lost consciousness at the wheel. What gave this man the confidence to jeapordize himself and those close to him for the sake of an out of control situation?

[quote author=Sean Collins, Seattle Times staff reporter]
Driver thanks man who hit him on purpose
_http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2013215629_hero21m.html

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Driving to a Mariners game, Duane Innes saw a pickup ahead of him drift across lanes of traffic, sideswipe a concrete barrier and continue forward on the inside shoulder at about 40 mph.

A manager of Boeing's F22 fighter-jet program, Innes dodged the truck, then looked back to see that the driver was slumped over the wheel. He knew a busy intersection was just ahead, and he had to act fast. Without consulting the passengers in his minivan” "there was no time to take a vote" Innes kicked into engineer mode.

"Basic physics: If I could get in front of him and let him hit me, the delta difference in speed would just be a few miles an hour, and we could slow down together," Innes explained.

So he pulled in front of the pickup, allowed it to rear-end his minivan and brought both vehicles safely to a stop in the pull-off lane.

Some might say the driver of the truck, 80-year-old Bill Pace, of Bellevue, and anyone Pace's truck might have slammed into had luck on their side that day. A retiree who volunteers for Special Olympics and organizes food drives, Pace didn't know it at the time, but he'd had a minor heart attack two days earlier and his circulation was so poor he passed out at the wheel with his foot resting on the accelerator.

But those who know Pace best don't see his rescue as luck so much as an example of "what goes around comes around." And Innes, who met Pace for the first time since the incident over dinner with their wives Monday night at a Bellevue restaurant, believes that, too.

"For all the good that he's done, he's probably deserving of a few extra lives," said Innes, who talked for hours with Pace about their shared interest in aviation and their family ties to Yakima Valley.

State Farm, Pace's insurance company, covered the roughly $3,500 in damage to Innes' car, and a claim representative sent Innes a letter of appreciation this summer.

"We wish to thank you for the actions you took to save Bill's life," State Farm's Clayton Ande wrote. "State Farm and the Pace family consider you to be a hero. I wish there were more people like you in the world."

Problem and solution

Innes, a 48-year-old Boston native who has lived in Kent for 25 years, was driving his grown children and some family friends to the Mariners-Red Sox game on July 23.

At about 5:15 p.m., he had just passed Valley Medical Center and was planning to merge from Highway 167 onto Interstate 405. Traffic was building so he decided to get into the carpool lane on his left.

As he changed lanes, he noticed the white pickup ahead of him move from the far-right lane to the center lane without signaling.

No big deal, Innes thought. Just a careless driver.

But then the pickup continued to move left and almost struck Innes' minivan. Innes swerved into the emergency pull-off lane, sped past the pickup and got back into the carpool lane.

In his rearview mirror, he saw Pace slumped over the wheel of the pickup, which sideswiped the concrete barrier.

"We realized he wasn't slowing down, and if he hit someone at full speed, it would've been a very bad scene," Innes said. The intersection with Southwest Grady Way was a few hundred yards away. "He could've very easily unknowingly taken out a whole row of traffic."

Instinctively, Innes applied his 25 years of experience at Boeing, where he is a manager for the F22 fighter-jet program.

"The best-case scenario is I need to match his speed, get in front of him and let him hit me," Innes remembers thinking.

Innes didn't consult his passengers but did announce his plan before he executed it.

No one responded.

"I don't know if they were all in shock or thinking, 'What crazy thing is my dad doing?' " he said.

Crazy or not, the plan worked.

Pace's pickup hit the minivan, and Innes held onto the brakes to halt both vehicles. When they stopped, he knocked on the pickup's window to alert Pace, who was by then semiconscious, and got him to unlock the door.

Pace, who would spend the next six days in a hospital for his heart problems, still had his foot on the accelerator when Innes got to him.

"Most people wouldn't have done nothing," Pace said. "They'd be cussing at me, giving me the finger. But not him."

"He saved my life, really — and God knows who else."

Talking for hours

On Monday night, Innes, Pace and their wives talked about what happened that afternoon. They talked about the Air Force” Pace served four years and Innes has worked on several military projects at Boeing. They talked about Yakima Valley” Pace and Carmen Innes both attended Wapato High School.

And they talked about Pace. Although he retired from working every day at his Bellevue store, Bill Pace Fruit and Produce, he is busier than ever.

He manages harvesting and marketing for the Mercer Slough Blueberry Farm, which is run by the city of Bellevue, and he fills the rest of his schedule volunteering for Special Olympics events, teaching for the Kiwanis Educated Youth Club and organizing donation drives from local grocery stores.

"What a local icon - how much volunteering he does. Boy, he's just amazing," Innes said. "If there's someone out there that can hear a story like this and say, 'Hey, it pays to do something good,' then it's all worth it."
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