Life and Death Experience (Pt. 1)
It was 19th of July 2018 after the opening ceremony of Community Service Program on my campus in Indonesia. The agenda ended at 2 p.m. and I asked my friend, who also my neighbour, to go back to our hometown. I insisted to go back home, despite my mom said 'NO' and told me to stay at my boarding house. I knew how stubborn I was at that time, but I had some valid reasons too; the lamp in my bathroom was off and I was alone.
Shortly, my friend and I went home at 4 p.m. using her motorcycle. She gave me a ride. I brought many things include the huge backpack on my shoulder and paper bag. The thing that we forgot, that my town was crazy traffic. All vehicles stuck in the road. My friend wanted to go through the traffic by driving on the sidewalk path. Well, yeah we knew clearly it was illegal. On our right side there were two big trucks and when we wanted to go back to the main street, unfortunately, my friend lost the motor balance. Yes. We felt.
I mention in the title of 'life and death'. Then, why so? Because, after we felt from the motorcycle, I realized that my body already under the body of the truck and was only a hundred centimetres away from its tire. It was so close, wasn't it? Lucky me, as I told before, the road was traffic and all the vehicles include that truck was not moving even only one inch. Several people came by to help us. I remembered an old man brought me to the sidewalk, a girl gave me a bottle of water to calm me, and two other people helped me with my paper bag and other belonging that spilt out of the road. I heard people called to the nearest medical place and asked the office to pick us up.
I tried to cry since it was so painful, but no tears came out. I looked into my right leg and found there were no blood or outer injury, but I couldn't deny that the injury was inside part of my right leg. It could be the bone or whatever I did not know. My friend cried, literally, while she hugged me and kept saying sorry. To calm her down I simply said 'It is okay. We still alive'. I tried to call my parents but no one answer on the first dial. The second time, my mom answered. She shocked, obviously, and told me not to worry because she would come to pick me up. My dad called me back after my mom hung the phone and said everything to calm me down. From the moment I hung the phone from my dad, the ambulance came. I stood up but I could not. I swore it was my ankle that might be in the right place. I succeed to be in the ambulance with the help from the people around. When we got to the place to get the first aid, my mind full of insecurities and negative doubts. I thought too much of what really happen to my ankle.
Around twenty minutes after the first aid, my mom and my neighbour came to pick me. I saw my mom and I cried. I cried not only because my ankle was in pain but I felt sorry for not hearing what she said. From the outside, she might look she was okay, but whose parents in the world that not worry about seeing their child in pain, right? Then she brought me to a traditional place to heal my leg. I kept holding her hand and said sorry repeatedly. I was afraid at the same time because I could not imagine how hurt it can be when the healer massaged my leg.
The healer was a man around fifty years old and he is well-known for healing a lot of people that have a problem with bone. He said that my ankle was trouble but it was okay because I did not have any fractures. The medication run for an hour. My body already full of cold sweat. We went home after the man said that I could not use my leg as a foothold and walking for a month. FOR A MONTH. It was totally bad news for me because a week from that time, I had to go to the community service as it was the obligatory course at my university.
The first night I spent after that accident was totally terrible. The pain on my right leg was truly hurt, my back also hurt, and my brain kept repeating the accident. I cried again for an hour. I told my mom that I still wanted to go to the community service. I already spent a lot of time and energy to work with my team and arranged everything we needed for the program. I just didn't want to make everything I had prepared became useless. Guess what my mom said? Definitely a big NO. But, I agreed with her. I tried also not to make her more worry, moreover after the accident, I came into a conclusion that if she said no, I had to consider her instead of directly shout out that I disagree.
That accident affected a lot of things I had planned before. Postponing the community service I had to come was not the only effect. I had to admit that the effect more into like a domino effect. Once I postponed the community service, I lost my chance to graduate earlier, lost the probability to join some international projects or events, and many more. But, the good thing was, during a month of my recovery I thought a lot. I reflected on myself and what I had through so far. I just need to be more grateful and believe to God that if something is really mean for me, then He will make it true no matter how big the obstacle is. I realized as well that God's will come along with parents will. Those mindsets that I keep to this day.
Shortly, my friend and I went home at 4 p.m. using her motorcycle. She gave me a ride. I brought many things include the huge backpack on my shoulder and paper bag. The thing that we forgot, that my town was crazy traffic. All vehicles stuck in the road. My friend wanted to go through the traffic by driving on the sidewalk path. Well, yeah we knew clearly it was illegal. On our right side there were two big trucks and when we wanted to go back to the main street, unfortunately, my friend lost the motor balance. Yes. We felt.
I mention in the title of 'life and death'. Then, why so? Because, after we felt from the motorcycle, I realized that my body already under the body of the truck and was only a hundred centimetres away from its tire. It was so close, wasn't it? Lucky me, as I told before, the road was traffic and all the vehicles include that truck was not moving even only one inch. Several people came by to help us. I remembered an old man brought me to the sidewalk, a girl gave me a bottle of water to calm me, and two other people helped me with my paper bag and other belonging that spilt out of the road. I heard people called to the nearest medical place and asked the office to pick us up.
I tried to cry since it was so painful, but no tears came out. I looked into my right leg and found there were no blood or outer injury, but I couldn't deny that the injury was inside part of my right leg. It could be the bone or whatever I did not know. My friend cried, literally, while she hugged me and kept saying sorry. To calm her down I simply said 'It is okay. We still alive'. I tried to call my parents but no one answer on the first dial. The second time, my mom answered. She shocked, obviously, and told me not to worry because she would come to pick me up. My dad called me back after my mom hung the phone and said everything to calm me down. From the moment I hung the phone from my dad, the ambulance came. I stood up but I could not. I swore it was my ankle that might be in the right place. I succeed to be in the ambulance with the help from the people around. When we got to the place to get the first aid, my mind full of insecurities and negative doubts. I thought too much of what really happen to my ankle.
Around twenty minutes after the first aid, my mom and my neighbour came to pick me. I saw my mom and I cried. I cried not only because my ankle was in pain but I felt sorry for not hearing what she said. From the outside, she might look she was okay, but whose parents in the world that not worry about seeing their child in pain, right? Then she brought me to a traditional place to heal my leg. I kept holding her hand and said sorry repeatedly. I was afraid at the same time because I could not imagine how hurt it can be when the healer massaged my leg.
The healer was a man around fifty years old and he is well-known for healing a lot of people that have a problem with bone. He said that my ankle was trouble but it was okay because I did not have any fractures. The medication run for an hour. My body already full of cold sweat. We went home after the man said that I could not use my leg as a foothold and walking for a month. FOR A MONTH. It was totally bad news for me because a week from that time, I had to go to the community service as it was the obligatory course at my university.
The first night I spent after that accident was totally terrible. The pain on my right leg was truly hurt, my back also hurt, and my brain kept repeating the accident. I cried again for an hour. I told my mom that I still wanted to go to the community service. I already spent a lot of time and energy to work with my team and arranged everything we needed for the program. I just didn't want to make everything I had prepared became useless. Guess what my mom said? Definitely a big NO. But, I agreed with her. I tried also not to make her more worry, moreover after the accident, I came into a conclusion that if she said no, I had to consider her instead of directly shout out that I disagree.
That accident affected a lot of things I had planned before. Postponing the community service I had to come was not the only effect. I had to admit that the effect more into like a domino effect. Once I postponed the community service, I lost my chance to graduate earlier, lost the probability to join some international projects or events, and many more. But, the good thing was, during a month of my recovery I thought a lot. I reflected on myself and what I had through so far. I just need to be more grateful and believe to God that if something is really mean for me, then He will make it true no matter how big the obstacle is. I realized as well that God's will come along with parents will. Those mindsets that I keep to this day.
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