There were six-weekend concepts to choose from this week, and I chose the third one on the list, which is Life and death situations, and states the following question,
Have you, or someone close to you, been in a life-and-death situation? Explain it in a post of at least 300 words.
One of the scariest events in my life that shook my being was when my father and I had a major accident. It happened when I was in first grade wherein he will send me off to school using his bicycle. The day was very normal, it was around 6 in the morning since my first class was 7 a.m. I remembered that my father and I were chatting about my mother’s birthday because it will be held the next day.
We were riding on his bicycle for 10 minutes when suddenly my left foot was accidentally inserted in the front wheel. There was a tricycle coming in the side and our motion was like swinging left and right. My father couldn’t stop the bicycle because our speed was quite fast at that time. It happened so fast that I felt my feet being twisted and I fell from my seat.
However, before I finally lose in my seat, my father hugged me and covered my head. We stumbled on the right side of the road, and we received scratches, wounds, and broken bones. I can still remember that my father almost died because he hit his head on the ground badly and his left eye was badly injured. It was like rubbed hard while we stumbled.
We stayed on the ground for a couple of minutes before the help came. It was Janice, owner of the scrap woods beside where our accident happened. She immediately called an ambulance because my father had been concussion and his left eye was bleeding really hard. I can’t remember how long it took before the ambulance came and when my mother arrived at the scene.
If you don’t know, I have a great fear of blood. It was my phobia that I developed when I was young and the extreme effect of the phobia on me was I got black vision. I can’t totally see for a few seconds and I’ll palpitate for minutes. That was why when that accident happened, it scared me to death. Not only it scared me but I almost lost my father just because of my own fault.
At some point, I blamed myself. I told myself if I were being careful that day, my father and I wouldn’t receive such wounds and broken bones. My mother would be happy to celebrate her birthday the next day. Thus, I wouldn’t miss school for a week. But then, there is one thing I am grateful for in that accident, it was I prove that my father loved me and will do anything to protect me even if it costs his life.
As of today, you can still notice the mark of the wound that the past had put on his left eye. The upper-left lid of his eye was a bit larger than the right side. Aside from that, the reason why I don’t use or practice driving is because, at the back of my mind, it will only get me killed. My fear is deeply anchored to that accident and until now, I tell you the truth, I cannot drive although I have had so many opportunities to learn and do so. I guess it was deeply rooted and will take a long time before I get rid of it.