Incredible Michael Ventura

car accident

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Shocked and concerned, Michael instructed the taxi driver to stop. "Stop! Stop the taxi!" Michael urgently shouted, his heart racing with concern for whoever was trapped inside the wrecked car. The driver, a grizzled old man with strands of gray hair, cast a worried glance in the rearview mirror.

"Son, it's too dangerous. We should keep moving," the taxi driver cautioned, trying to dissuade Michael.

But Michael, overcome with worry for the car's occupants, knew he couldn't just sit idly by. "Please, I can't ignore this. There might be someone who needs help! Call the emergency services!"

The old taxi driver's weathered face betrayed a touch of hesitation, his gnarled fingers slowly reaching for his cell phone. "Son, the tunnel has no network. I'll have to move away to make the call," he replied, reluctance tugging at his voice.

Desperation etched across his face, Michael pleaded with all his might. "Please, sir. I beg you. We can't waste any time. Lives could be at stake!"

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