And on the other side of the coin, my uncle was crossing at traffic lights near his home in Twickenham in August 1993 when he was knocked down by an off-duty police officer on a motorcycle. The guy had been on the inside of a row of cars when the light went orange (you are allowed to go on orange in the UK IF the way is clear) and he took off. Unfortunately, my uncle was about 10ft from the footpath when this guy hit him - he'd been due to go into hospital for an operation on his leg a week or so later. His injuries were so serious he was flown to the Royal London Hospital by helicopter. He suffered head injuries and one of his legs was so badly injured it had to be amputated at the knee. My uncle was in his late 70s when this happened and he was not expected to live. Amazingly, he pulled through but was not released from hospital until the following February. He lived in an apartment on the first floor with no lift, so he had to sell it as he was unable to get around. Until the accident he'd led a full and active life and he hated being in a wheelchair and dependent on other people. He ended up in the Star and Garter rest home in Richmond, where he died in 2002.
That was bad enough, but the prick on the bike tried SUING him! Luckily the case was thrown out, but when you consider all that my uncle lost, the guy had a bloody cheek. And in case you are wondering, I understand the motorcyclist was uninjured in the accident.
Yes, I am pedantic about spelling and grammar so get used to it!
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