FORMER NY MAYOR RUDY GIULIANI CRASHED AFTER AIDING A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM — FRACTURED VERTEBRA, BRUISES, BUT THE “BEAST WHO SURVIVED 9/11” IS RECOVERING
I’ve been following updates all day, and hearing that Rudy Giuliani, at age 81, was seriously injured in a car crash in New Hampshire caught me off guard—and not just because of the headlines. The irony feels heavy. He wasn’t rushing to an event or fleeing the scene. He was helping someone.
According to his head of security, Michael Ragusa, Giuliani was flagged down by a woman fleeing domestic violence. He didn’t leave right away—he stayed, called 911, stayed until the police arrived. Then he got in his rental car, and a high-speed rear-end collision sent him flying to the hospital.
The crash was no minor fender-bender. Giuliani suffered a fractured thoracic vertebra, multiple cuts and bruises, and injuries on his left arm and lower leg. He was taken to a trauma center and is expected to stay hospitalized for two to three days, followed by wearing a back brace. But here’s the bit that got me: despite it all, he’s in “great spirits,” “recovering tremendously,” and even that line—“He’s a beast, he survived 9/11”—rings with bitter resonance, given everything this man has lived through.
This might be easy to dismiss as just another accident, but I find myself thinking about what it means to help someone in need. He didn’t need the recognition, he didn’t need to insert himself into justice or politics. He just saw a person in distress and stayed. Maybe we don’t talk enough about that kind of kindness anymore—not the grand gestures, but the little ones that keep us human.
The details—New Hampshire police say the crash happened on I-93 near Manchester, just before 10 p.m. on Saturday, and Giuliani happened to be in a Ford Bronco rental vehicle—fill in the timeline, but they don’t change the fact. He’s hospitalized, healing, and many of us are wondering what comes next—not just for him, but for all of us watching someone still pushing toward decency.
Giuliani’s journey already reads like a headline reel: from prosecutor dismantling the mafia, to mayor after 9/11, to Trump’s lawyer, to disbarment, to defamation judgements. But last night, he was purely human—helping someone, driving home, and then suddenly in a hospital bed. His son Andrew posted a simple, moving note on X: “Your prayers mean the world.” It’s a reminder that beneath every public persona is a family waiting, and even the toughest figures deserve our empathy when life lays them low.
We’ll be watching how his recovery unfolds, and I hope it’s gentle and gradual. What this moment reminds me is that grace can arrive at the strangest times. Giuliani’s long career—and its controversies—loom large. But last night, he caught my attention again not for headlines or politics, but for something we all understand: the urge to help a stranger.
