Monday, May 28, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
walking home from school today at coco, we saw a boy crumple to the ground at the side of the road and a car stopping. inside of me rose this horrified, worried and lost feeling as to what i or all of us should be doing as we stood around him whilst this malay boy layed there on the curb. He was pulling the grass out due to the immense confusion and pain he must have been going through, unable to move and could only stare helplessly at the people around him. the words 'i cant move my leg! i cant move my leg!' still rings in my head.
His street soccer court friends come running towards the accident scence, his white sock a bloody mess and his ankle in a twisted position. The driver of the car starts making phone calls to the police, ambulance and parents of the child.A taxi driver gets his info, other adults just stood and watched from afar. I couldnt just stand there doing nothing and watch those scared eyes flicker to and fro, so squatting down i let him take my hand, squeezing mine, while uttering a prayer of comfort and peace to stay with this boy till his parents come.
The ambulance came, they took out his sock and i had to turn from the sight. His ankle was broken. Something like halved so that you could see his bones and tissue. The maid came down, the taxi driver smooths back his hair from his forehead and tells him to relax and not look up, the paramedics carries him onto the stretcher, the maid hops into the front seat and away it goes. His parents, both working rushed down to kk hospital.
And then the traffic police comes on his trusty motorcycle. The driver gives her card, a boy of abt 13 years old gives the witness statement and Des and I walk away slowly. From what his soccer buddies have said, he loves playing soccer, is in the school's soccer team and even aunty siva(our security guard) says "always playing soccer. never stop" He wont be able to play for a very long time.
i dont know how im feeling about it. Minor as it may seem but yet a young boy's life was ALMOST lost, and now his ankle is badly badly torned apart. I suppose its that feeling of how to save a life and you're still so lost, unable to lend a helping hand and all you can do is cry out to God in your heart. The accident has made me somber for the rest of the evening.
throughout the whole ordeal, that brave boy didnt shed a tear.
