Yesterday I called an emergency number for the first time in my life. (991 is equivalent to 911)
I witnessed an accident as I was driving yesterday, 10.2.18.
It was – bad. Very bad.
I started hyperventilating as I kept driving.
I didn’t stop, I couldn’t. I was driving on one of the middle lanes of a four lane main road.
I think I’m still traumatised after seeing a guy fly off his motorbike and land across the road. His head hitting the tar and his body rolling over. The way his limbs – just – rolled – over was terrifying. Like a doll, like a poor helpless lifeless doll.
I watched it in my rearview and panicked as I talked to the person on the phone. First the operator, then the hospital. I couldn’t stop babbling about the way the guy flew.
I think I’m still in denial. Or just traumatised. IDK.
And it happened due to a stupid car parked right in the middle of the illegal-no-park-zone with it’s emergency lights turned on, and it’s boot open; a white toyota. And of course the motobike cut into the no-park zone as a shortcut to get instead of waiting behind the vehicles. His mistake was driving too fast and being stuck behind the typically bulky and big Serena and cutting out at a fast speed to that zone and obviously not expecting a car to be stationary there.
So the motorbike slammed into the Toyota, and flew. And me being only two cars ahead heard the SUPER loud bang – like a gunshot – and saw him fly.
I was thinking of not teaching sunday class due to this traumatic witnessing. But then I thought about it from a theological POV and I knew that if I did not teach, I was being selfish rather than really needing to.
So, thank you L for encouraging me to see things with clarity and not be so emotional. Thank you for giving me context instead of berating me for being the way I am.💕