One truck pulled out and the other truck couldn’t stop, but it wasn’t a dream. I found myself slamming on the brakes as hard as I could leaving rubber on the road and turning around to assist. The carnage was everywhere. Truck parts on the highway, insulation and nails scattered among them too. I checked up on the drivers, both of which were okay. Another truck stopped on the other side of the highway, ran accross the highway and started conducting traffic so that commuters wouldn’t hit the debris, while the drivers and I attempted to clear part of the lane. The drivers worked together together to gather their belongings and made phone calls to their dispatchers to relay the situation. State troopers were about 5 minutes out, yet a car stopped a few hundred feet back to warn others of the hazards. The truck driver who was directing traffic went to let the trooper who had arrived know the situation, while I took over the traffic directing. The truck was now on fire and traffic was stopped. The fire truck pulled up and started putting out the fire. I was around 200 feet away from the fire, yet the troopers were asking me about what happened and were asking if I had seen a fire this close, which I hadn’t. I wasn’t told to leave or move out of the way or anything. They were genuine and kind, not mean like everyone makes them out to be. Before I was told to go on my way they mentioned that if I hadn’t called in and if other didn’t stop to help out, it would have been a much worse situation with fatalities. I found it interesting how everyone played a part in helping without direction or guidance; everyone just quickly found a way to help immediately. This experience felt so surreal. You can either watch something happen, or you can make something happen.