In a tragic turn of events, I jumped in front of a speeding car to shield a young little girl, who was mindlessly playing with her person. I was struck at about 75 miles per hour. However, the child was unharmed. My body was in the air for at least 17 feet, and I made distance via sliding on the hot tar pavement of 10 more feet, giving my total journey a measurement of 27 feet, approximately. I stood up in a fit of rage. There I saw that little girl who I tried to do a favor. She was just looking at me. I asked her who the hell she thought she was. I trudged towards her menacingly and she backed up. Suddenly, another vehicle comes barraging through the crash scene, flying directly into the already totaled initial car, and their tail end ricocheted off right into the little girl, which maimed her with poignant extraordinaire. This is all that I ever get when I just try to help other people.