Sunday, March 9, 2014
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Ashley Caston meets Jim Scanlon at Dunkin’ Donuts in Kennebunk on Friday. She came across an accident in Arundel two weeks ago and stayed with Scanlon, the driver, until help arrived.
Photos by John Ewing/Staff Photographer
Ashley Caston and Jim Scanlon held a reunion at Dunkin’ Donuts in Kennebunk on Friday afternoon. “I’m so glad you wrote that thing on the website,” he told her.
Crawling up over the snowbank, Ashley looked through the windshield and saw a man lying in a heap on the passenger side of the Kia. His eyes were closed, but she could see his eyelids moving ever so slightly.
Spotting a narrow opening where the passenger door had separated from the frame, she sprawled across the snow and mud and called through the crack, "Can you hear me? Sir, can you hear me?"
Again, she hollered ... and again ... and again ... until finally the man replied with a barely audible "Yes."
"OK! You're OK! You can hear me. You're awake now," she told him. "Now don't move! Someone's coming to help you and I'm not going to leave you until they get here. Don't move, don't do anything, just stay still!"
Five or six minutes later -- it felt a lot longer -- the emergency crews arrived. They quickly debriefed Ashley on what little she knew, thanked her and took over the scene.
Ashley, by now late for work, got in her car and headed for Kennebunkport.
But all that day, she couldn't get it out of her head. Who was that poor man? How badly was he hurt? Was he still alive?
"Arundel car crash leaves one person injured," said the headline that appeared later that day on the Press Herald's website.
The three-paragraph story reported that the victim had been transported to Maine Medical Center in Portland. But much to Ashley's disappointment, police had not released a name.
So Ashley called Maine Medical Center. Sorry, they told her, we can't give out that information.
Logging back onto her computer, Ashley called up the tiny story, clicked on "Add New Comment" and started writing.
"An exhausting, icy, 7am ride to work this morning set the scene for an unexpected, heartfelt experience..so i thought id share," she began. "driving to work, tired from my sons bday party lastnight, i had noticed the roads were very iced over. having to go slow i was running a bit late as it was, not expecting what i was going to see around the corner, just a couple miles from work ... "
The 427-word narrative recalled, in vivid detail, Ashley's first-in-her-lifetime experience. Checking back a day or two later, she saw no response and figured, "Oh well, so much for that ...."
It turns out that Jim suffered a mild concussion and various bumps and bruises, but was treated at Maine Medical Center's emergency room and released.
Several days later, his wife came home from work -- at York County Community College, of all places -- and told him her boss had seen a story about his accident in the newspaper.
Jim fired up his computer and sure enough, there it was. Then, much to his surprise, he got to the story-behind-the-story by someone identified only as "aecast."
It was all news to Jim -- he couldn't even remember the ambulance crew. Nonetheless, he quickly clicked on "Add New Comment" and thanked her -- whoever she was -- for "being there for me."
Last week, I tracked down Jim and Ashley to see if a reunion might be in order here.
"Of course I'd love to meet him!" Ashley replied.
Ditto for Jim.
"What do you say to somebody who has done that for you when they could have kept on going -- except thank you," he said. "I'd like to buy her coffee or lunch sometime."
Actually, he went one better. Friday afternoon, as Ashley sat inside Dunkin' Donuts in Kennebunk recounting her side of the story, in walked Jim with a bouquet of roses.
"Oh my God!" Ashley said, jumping up to give him a hug.
"I'm so glad you wrote that thing on the website," Jim said, gingerly settling into his chair. "I never would have known anything about you."
Now Jim knows that just over a month ago, Ashley slid off the road herself and into a field with Ayden and Ryan in the car. Nobody stopped to see if they were all right.
Jim also knows that Ashley's two boys, after hearing what she did for him, are running around saying, "Our mom's a hero!"
"I think you are, too," Jim said with a smile.
Ashley won't hear a word of it.
"It's what you're supposed to do!" she insisted. "How could you not? How could you see something like that and not care?"
Great question. Anyone care to comment?
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