heading home from work, i see an older man infront of his car with a car battery on the ground. its pouring rain. I have to stop and help

We tried his spare battery to no avail, he knew no english, i knew enough spanish to say "tu hace un cables" (was the closest thing to jumper cables i could think of.
he replied "yes yes". So i told him, let me push your car off the street, it's dangerous(and oddly enough i had a sinking feeling growing in my stomach about the situation).
he turned to me and i think said "bring car here, i have cables". instantly all i felt was a giant sonic bang, the next thing i knew i was soaking wet laying in the street.

I stood up.
i wondered what had happened, then i looked around and saw what happened, another car had smashed into the guy i was helping's truck.
I was able to walk, i felt no pains. I went to my truck and got my phone, called my father and told him i was in an accident and told him the address.

Then i realized the jeans and overshirt i was wearing were gone, so were my shoes, then i put my hand to my face and looked at it, it was covered with blood and the rain had allready soaked the majority of my undershirt with water and blood, i semi-freaked, and sat down for a second. A kid ran up to me from one of the cars that witnessed the accident and gave me the shirt off his back to hold on my head where blood was just gushing.

sry for the long story i'll try to shorten it from here but I just got home from the trauma ward after 8hrs and it's still all sinking in.

The guy that hit us was 24, and drunk. And he was hurt badly. broken collar bone, femur, kneecap, hip, ribs, and obstructed colon, he is probably in surgery right now.
The old man i was helping was just getting out of surgery for internal bleeding and in recovery when i left the hospital, I don't know yet if he's doing ok or not. His daughter has my number and will call me with news, hopefully good news.

So as i was sitting there on the curb holding my head i spotted one of my shoes at the site of impact. i asked someone to get it, they did. It turns out my other shoe was around where i remember waking up after the sonic boom, that turns out being (what the cops told me witnesses said) was 60-80feet away from the impact. The impact also blew my jeans clear off my body, they split right down the front and back and fell like basketball warmup pants. my favorite black guayabera shirt was gone aswell, dont even know where it is.

So i should be fuckin dead. I have staples in my head now, the entire left side of my back(where the car hit me) is fked. i have brussies up and down my legs, on my face, blackeye, 2 of my fingernails ripped half off. But somehow i walked away with no serious injuries. i did mri's, cat scans, x-rays. i left with a clean bill of health. Just fuckin hurt and very sore(and im sure will be much sorer the next few days)

I did fracture one of my vertibre, but they said it was so small it will heal on its on and i dont neeed any surgery.

So what the fuck happened, righ tnow i feel like i have 300 jogging cramps in my left lower back all piled into one, but it will heal. I should be dead.

The other 2 families of the driver and the guy i was helping (both spanish) said i am an angel, and because i stopped to help the old man, all 3 of us were spared. But i'm really not into that idea(allthough it is a cool one).
I'm 6'5. A car hit me going 50mph right square in the back, i flew thru the air and landed on the other side of the 3lane intersection and i didnt even break a rib. I'm so happy i'm alive.

I'm truly sorry i wrote so much, but im alive, and my life has changed(in my eyes)

Please throw some good vibes out there for the guy that hit us and the old man, they are both seriously injured, i know they will pull thru, but they need as much help as they can get.

this was written early saturday morning after the accident. Since then the swelling on my back has gotten worse, but i'm doing ok. I've been filled with so much posotive love from great friends, and loving family. Even people I hardly know are so good hearted toward me it wells me up. Theres a couple old friends I've come in contact with over the last month or so, and 1 person inparticular that i am so thankful to know again. And so thankful to be in their thoughts that i feel so happy to be alive. Everything does happen for a reason, a good reason. Life will always be balanced. I will have shocking nightmares one second, and beautiful daydreams the next from this experience. And allthough I might never know why I got up from this accident and walked away, I believe it was for a reason.

The old man is still in intensive care, and needs all the love and prayers you can provide. Please help him. I know he will get thru this.

peace out