Couple years ago my wife and I were walking around the neighborhood when this kid, maybe 8 or 9, starts running into the street to get his dog.

I saw the suv coming and didn't think it would stop. Grabbed the kid got him out of the way. The woman driving slams on her brakes way too late and starts yelling at me for letting "my" kid run in the street. The kid is pissing himself so I'm telling him not to worry while i half ass yell at the woman.

She starts driving and yelling not paying attention and nearly hits the dog when my wife yells for her to stop. She then stops and starts yelling at my wife. I stormed over and yelled at her and honestly went way beyond a healthy level of anger. The woman ended up speeding off while i was still holding her door.

Anyway, i get the dog and bring him back to the kid. My wife and i start walking him home when his older sister shows up and was looking for him. She was around 12. I tell her what happened and that we want to make sure they both make it home.

Half way down the block and their dad shows up completely clueless. He is more concerned about the two strangers talking to his kids. I try to tell him what happened but he just yells at us. Having enough my wife and i just walk off.

I always wonder if the kid remembers me or but mostly i just hope his parents understood how traumatized he was. He was inches from the car, his dog was centimeters from the car. He was so scared and his dad never knew what he went through.