I Became A Witness...

Dear Diary,

This is the first entry I am writing for 2012 and I am finding it hard to write. It is probably because I have not written for quite sometime and perhaps I have lost it. I still want to tell you stories like how I have always done but I find it awkward nowadays. Pardon me Diary; I am sure it is not you but me. Many things happened and they are all good.

I became a witness to a near fatal accident in Tuas Checkpoint. A girl fell off from the motorcycle she was pillion riding with her boyfriend. I was going back to Singapore from a day’s out in Johor Bahru and while driving on the bridge linking Singapore and JB, these two motorcycles zoomed past us that caused me to be surprised at the speed they were riding. I could hear the roar of their engines and I knew it then that they were speeding. It was probably at 130 to a 150 kilometer per hour. 

I did not pay much attention to them as I figured that it is just natural for riders of big bikes to speed on a road like that and that was when I saw it. The pillion rider on the first bike fell off and rolled herself on the road. I was stunned and shocked. It was a narrow escape from death for her as there were no other cars behind that could knock her out of her life. 

Hello kitty and I stopped the car by the side and I came out of the car to have a closer look at her. I saw her got up and stumbled clumsily to the road divider and just stood there holding on to the metal railings. I crossed the road to get closer to her. The helmet she was wearing was still intact but the visor broke and I could not see her face. I did not know if she was bleeding from her face but I could see the impact of the fall. The flesh on her left knee was torn off and I could see the bone. Blood was flowing out of the cuts she had from both her badly bruised arms. Her shirt was torn, her body was bruised terribly and there were scars all over her hands, body, legs and feet. Her buttock was exposed because her jeans were ripped off and the flesh on her buttock was gone. Her bone was the only thing I saw and there were bits of flesh hanging by the skin. The toes on her feet showed her bones, they were bleeding and while she was there standing, blood was dripping from every one of her fingers. I was shaken by the sight I felt my hands were shivering. I stood by her side watching her and all I could do at that time was to wait for her boyfriend to come. 

He might not have noticed she fell off as he only stopped about 100 meters away. He and another rider on the other bike came running frantically towards us. I was looking at them but I also made sure I did not lose sight of her as she seems to be weaker and I was afraid that she might just collapsed on the road adding another possibility of being crushed by the fast moving cars that zoomed past us. I did not dare to hold her, as I knew every inch of her body was covered with bruises and a touch would be painful. Her boyfriend was in trauma when he got to us. He was crying and I knew it was a cry of regret. He probably regret for speeding. His friend was in a shock too and I knew it then that I had to intervene as she was losing so much blood from the fall she could slip into unconsciousness anytime. 

I told them we have to bring her to the hospital and I could help to ferry her across the causeway, as she was not fit to ride on a bike anymore. We exchanged phone numbers and I took her passport. They escorted me with their bikes and at that moment, I really felt like the most important person. *grins* hello kitty drove towards the customs clearance lanes and we were let in without having to queue. That strengthens my feeling of being the very important person and it was sure a good thing having to cross the causeway skipping the usual process.

We stopped at the side and many custom officers came to the car to look at the victim. They took my statements as Hello Kitty was too shock to say anything. She has a weakness for blood and with the victim’s condition; there is no need for much explanation of her loss for words. We waited for the ambulance and I can sense that that pain has just sunk in for the victim. She was in a state of pain and nothing else but pain. There was nothing much we can do, as there were no paramedics stationed at the immigration building. Blood stained the car seat and the officers advised us to get it washed and sterilized soon after we are able to leave.

The ambulance came about 15 minutes later and when they came, there was this commotion as the paramedics needed to know what happened. Her boyfriend seemed like he was in a worst condition than the victim herself so I was the one who had to explain. I became this storyteller out of a sudden and I felt good doing it. *grins* Her boyfriend really looked like one piece of human slouching against the wall sitting down with his face buried in his hands who seemed to have just received a death sentence. 

The victim was taken to the hospital and we were allowed to leave. I felt somewhat proud of Hello kitty as she was the one who wanted to help badly. I hesitated a bit initially as I knew what we would be getting ourselves into if we rendered help and the process can be tedious. I did not want to go through the process but at that point of time, I figured that we needed to help as there were no one else that stopped. I guess we needed to act as if what we do makes a difference.  It does and in about the same degree as we are helpful, we will be happy.

With this new year, I got myself a new job after the incident. I may not have the chance to open up my own business yet here, but I know this job promises me something more than my previous job. The road to success is always under construction and I know I am in the queue to be successful and to bring my fantasies to reality. It is just a matter of time. I am still in phase one Diary, but this time it is better. I am thankful and blessed. Let’s celebrate Diary….Happy New Year.