The Helping Fisherman

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Story type: Angel
Location: PA
Source: Form Submission

This is a story about my father I was told for many years. Before I was born my father and one of is friends decided to go to a party that was down by a creek. He rode an old Harley Davison Dirt bike down the road to a bridge which was down in a valley. The road is pretty steep going down there. At the time my father did not know his rear brake was not working his front did not work to begin with. Well him and his friend went down the road and as my father was going down the hill towards the bridge and was going fairly fast, but when he got to the turn he realized that his brakes were not working and he tried to go strait down a trail next to the bridge. He did not make it and when beside two trees next to the bridge and went off a thirty five foot cliff into the middle of the creek which was about two to three feet deep at the time.

My father told me he got up and noticed that he was face down in the creek and he told his friend that he did not feel to hot and when his friend looked at him he turned pail white. My father went over to the side of the creek and sat down. About then he noticed that his leg had blood squirting out of it(his carotid artery was severed in his leg). He was told later fisherman walked up to his friend and told his friend to get help while he held the artery in my dads leg closed. When his friend and the ambulance came back to my father the fisherman was gone and was no where to be seen. No one ever seen the fisherman again. My father spent many weeks in the hospital he had a severe concussion, cuts, and bruises.