Understanding my life through an accident
May 31, 2011
I was going through a normal, uneventful day today. I got up with a usual cup of tea and my short reading session with Vedanta. I had to drop off a friend at the airport. My friend pointed out that I was kind of quiet. I was having my normal morning; I am usually quite quiet in the morning. I like to start my day at a slow pace, being mindful of what I am to do through the day, appreciating my chance to be part of another beautiful morning and day. I feel blessed, at this stage of my life where I am peaceful with where I am and what I am doing. I feel like I have done what I needed to do and accomplish. My children are self-sufficient and independent. Even though I am an active and a progressive person, I feel relieved as I realize that I don’t have any unfinished business to worry about.
Even though just till very recently, I was living a pretty challenging life, I am quite happy and satisfied with my life at the moment. Reflecting on my past, I am writing about how to beat the life of abuse and break free from a bad situation. I want to do more, to help women see and believe that they need to say no to abuse instead of living at someone else’s mercy. I want to help empower the weaker and emotional people to protect themselves from their more aggressive partners. But, I sometimes find myself doubting my ability.
Today, I met a beautiful young man literally by an accident and that experience made me see how important it is to help and how good it makes me feel. Today, I felt like it was my test thrown at me and I think I raised to the occasion without a hesitation. Maybe this is what I needed, to be 100% sure that this is my calling. I am feeling so overwhelmed with the good feeling I received from helping another.
I was driving home after helping my own 20 year old son. I was almost home, when a young man on a motorcycle slipped, spun and fell right in front of me. He skidded on the road for a short distance and was thrown into the back of the car in front of him. All of a sudden the car stopped and a young driver jumped out. He asked the motorcyclist if he was ok and called 911. Since, I was right behind them and saw the whole slip, I stopped the car behind him. I stepped out quickly and approached the motorcyclist to see if he needed any help.
He was in a lot of pain and worried about how bad his leg was hurt. He was asking for help. Mom in me was ready to act! He was lying horizontally in the road with his head at the edge of the lane. I was worried that a driver in the next lane could hit him so I quickly blocked him by standing between his head and the other drivers till the police and EMT services came to take care of the situation. I sat by his head and touched his face gently and asked his name and introduced myself and told him that he is fine other than his foot. Immediately he held my hand and asked me to call his parents. I knew he was still in pain but I could see that he suddenly started to calmed down. I promised him that I will stay with him till his parents arrived.
The police came and blocked the traffic. They took our statements and the medical technicians moved the young man on a stretcher. He asked the EMT guy if I was still there as they were transporting him into the vehicle to transfer him to the hospital. I promised him that I will follow him to the hospital and wait till his parents came. I called his mother. I could feel a mother’s pain on the other end of the phone. She was worried about her son but also relieved that I was with him. She thanked me for staying with him and kept calling me every few minutes to make sure he was ok. I assured her that I had seen him and talked to him and that other than his foot he seemed ok. Even if I wanted to, I could not leave now. I knew a mom was depending on me and I was the only contact she had with her son till she saw him herself and also because I had promised him that I will stay so I could not break my promise to this young man who was in pain with possibly a broken foot.
I left after he was safely in the hospital and after his parents were with him to take over. His mom looked like she had cried all the way to the hospital and his dad could not bless me enough. They kept thanking me for staying with their son.
I came home but I am feeling an overwhelming gratitude and honor to be put in a position where I was able to be of service when this young man needed me. I am wondering if the universe was trying to connect with me and giving me a message through this amazing and humbling experience. Showing me the purpose of my life! Am I supposed to devote my life to serve other people and help save them from different kinds of pains including the pain of living in an abusive situation?
Today, I felt the joy that I don’t get from anything else. It was almost as good as being with and taking care of my sons!
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