According to my mother
and all those safety contractors in my head,
I should have driven away and dialed 911.
According to the CPR instructor,
I should have used my feet to rouse him,
not my hands.
According to the life guard instructor,
use a towel or a pool noodle or a pole:
too close and the drowning person will submerge you.
But
I still don't know why an adult male
would be lying on the pavement
under an overpass
next to a fixed-gear bicycle.
So
I asked if he was ok and he fled
without a word
with a running start on his bike.
In hindsight
Jesus had my back.
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