We have seen in news or magazines; true story of people escaping from death. Getting into the most disastrous incidents which they managed to escape, either with little injuries or severe one, even some without a scar on their body. But still, they were able to keep their breath, surviving the worst, and proceed to the next phase of life. That is life miracle or maybe we could put it as being lucky. How lucky we can be? And how grateful those people are after being one?
I know that I’m grateful. It not likes John Cusack being grateful to all the air, the leaves, trees, etc while treating his depression in ‘American Sweetheart’. In the movie, John is in treatment of his broken heart melancholy and asked to be thankful for everything.
Mine are something like that, but it’s not of the wreck-ness of feeling or emotion. I’m grateful because I’m still alive today, breathing and free to sing or run. Just to mention that I’ve experienced the escape route from (not to say death la) severe injuries. I might not be writing this post if it were to happen. I even couldn’t live the memory if I’m to be deleted.
It happens yesterday afternoon, Thursday, July 10th, 2008 during my way to the train station. I took a short-cut route, having a not so well maintain road where lots of road patrons used as their daily path to work. It’s been my daily route too as to cut down time taken to the station. As usual, I ride my not shiny coz of rain and dust black scooter, straight to my destination, until the time when the incident that had made me thanked the God for His blessing happened. I was in the tunnel at the time when I saw a 5-tonne lorry was going to make a right turn from a junction on my left. It didn’t took me to speed up as the driver should wait till the road is clear in order to make the turn and it is day time. I don’t think vision would be a problem. In fact, I wouldn’t expect for anything to happen as to focus on my ride (coz I’m late for work). But suddenly as I’m getting closer to the junction on the left, approaching the lorry, something came out from my mind. I saw the lorry driver is maintaining his vision on his left even he is going to take a right turn. The closer I get, approaching, I just hope that the driver would change his sight to the other one. As my hope become hopeless, the driver stick on his un-thoughtful mind and by that time, I’m already in front of the lorry!! I’m just few inches from the front side of the lorry. There is also another car on the opposite side of the road so I had to manage the little space left. I even had to maneuver away for a bit in order to avoid any contact. It was a moment of truth for me as it was the closest I get and ever escape from such situation.
I’m very glad that its not happening, thankful for the escape, grateful for the driver to push his break pedal on-time while I’m inches away from being knocked out. It took me a while to realized that I had survived a moment that I wouldn’t hope to happen again..
Sigh..
