That should have been me

I was taking the turn about over on university headed out towards sheep creek on my way home from dance. Lights were flashing everywhere, 2 police vehicles, an ambulance, and a fire marshal's truck were just outside of the turn-about. Going about 10 miles an hour by them i can see some snowmachines, and a trio of men looking over the opposite edge of the road. All I can think is 'who is it?' and 'It feels like it should have been me.'
I can't help it, it is in my nature. It feels like one of the few proper ways for me to die early is biting the bullet for someone else, and saving someone who is destined to build something of their life. Seeing as I don't fully trust this world that I am bound, to feels bound to me, I would be proud to make a sacrifice to make a difference.
(this is nothing special.)

I know there is nothing I could have done to prevent that snowmachining fellow to get hurt or killed, but the feeling and question still remains, what future could that person have if it was me in their place and them in mine?

This is not supposed to be a depressive blog by any means, just came over my thoughts for a while. Ill read about the accident in the news tomorrow.