Earlier today, I witnessed an immediate aftermath of an accident between a pickup truck and a bike right before my eyes. I heard the crash and as I turned around, one woman had just fallen over lying face up on the ground and the other woman just falling off the bike... and a young boy maybe just four slowly sliding out from the out-of-place bike.
I ran there and watched the woman lying motionless occasionally blinking. There was another woman who works at the hospital who came running right after me with my brother. I knew I had no clue how to help the lady. All I did was to go up to the little boy and hold him hoping to shed some comfort as he yelled and screamed for his mother. She was in a daze.
Slowly more and more people came, along with some other nurses as we weren't too far from the hospital. The boy's blood dripped onto my arms and jeans. And for once, I realize how helpless and useless I could be. I have no knowledge of first aid, no clue how to react in such situations. I just knew in moments like these, calm was needed and I was hoping I could give that to the little boy.
As people slowly cleared up and the woman was given a spinal collar and put onto the ambulance, I knew my duty was almost over there. But I started to feel light-headed and realized I needed to sit down and get some air.
A pang of nostalgia hit me, bringing me back to my brother's accident - picturing almost this very scene happening to my brother and how helpless everyone was cuz he died instantly; he gave no chance for anyone to help him.
This exact thing could happen to me. I'm constantly on bikes riding; and just this morning, I attempted to overtake a truck but another truck came at me and I had to tell myself to slow down and chill.
The truth is we can never know what would happen when. This chance to still be breathing only reaffirms me to make more of my life. Perhaps, it's also time to take up some first aid courses.
