He’d fallen onto the hard ground, hitting
his head and hip; the impact was so bad
that he could hear his skull breaking.
He’d become overwhelmed with pain
and it had completely robbed his senses.
Everywhere he’d looked, it was blood;
cold, hard, agonising pain that made him
think that he was already dead. He could
feel himself losing a lot of blood and all
he’d wanted was to live; to escape this
excruciating
painful
dream.We
immediately rushed to the hospital.
From then on, everything else was a
huge blur. The doctors told us that he
had had severe multiple fractures,
including both of his legs and a broken
hip and skull. The medical bills
surmounted but all that mattered to us
was our uncle. When we’d asked the
doctors as to who had actually brought
him to the hospital, the doctors stated
that it was a young woman, to which
my grandmother nodded in answer, as a
woman had called our grandmother
from our uncle’s phone to inform her
that he had been in a terrible accident. It
took two months for him to open his
eyes and speak properly. My uncle, too,
had no idea how he was saved. For him,
everything was blank as the pain was too
much for him to actually concentrate.
He had lost a lot of blood and weight.
It took almost a year to fully recover
both physically and mentally.The other
two drunken men had too suffered
major fracture and severe injuries
including fracture in the arms and
severe
damage
to
the
skull.
Though this incident happened eleven
years ago, it still stays etched in our
memory like a searing wound. Each
time I drive a vehicle, I remind myself
to be slow and patient, whatever be the
need. He has completely recovered,
and is healthy now, though he has
difficulty walking sometimes. We tried
to find his saviour to thank her and
looked for her, but all in vain. So, if, by
any chance she ever reads this, I just
want to tell her that she is a hero.
Although what she had done is what
anyone would do, she had done it in the
right moment. If only she had ignored
this accident and just drove away, I can
only imagine as to what would’ve
actually happened. Nevertheless, my
wonderful uncle is alive only because of
her and her generous act of kindness
and in our life; she really is an angel.
R. SHRI VARSHINI
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