The Florida sun baked my shoulders as I worked along the 1-595 freeway near Fort Lauderdale, picking up rubbish. I paused to   16   the sweat off my forehead and look up at the cloudless blue sky. “   17  “ can’t it rain?” I thought. That would   18   things off.

I thought about my  19   , who were  20    sitting in an air-conditioned classroom at the high school right now. I’d had some   21  in school, so my parents decided to let met work   22  with my dad. We both worked for my uncle, who had taken  23  of a road maintenance company. It was up to us to keep the roads  24   of rubbish. The job was   25   and dirty, especially on hot days like this. I  26  why I ever agreed to do it.

We continued our   27   route along 595,   28  for the overpass bridge. Then I noticed an area where some  29  were broken on the ground. They weren’t like that before.

‘ Dad! Pull over! I want to 30  something out.”

I jumped off the truck and rushed to the bridge. Something was telling me to  31  … there wasn’t much time.  32  I saw a Toyota that 33  upside down in the trees. Maybe it was a stolen car that somebody  34  there. Then I noticed something  35  . It was a bloody leg poking out of the driver’s side window.

“ Heeeelp” a lady moaned.