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Saving a Stranger
THERE he was, lying covered with some blood-like fluid, God only knows what It was 7:30 in the morning. The VIP road which leads to the airport was almost deserted. Only a few vehicles whizzing past at appreciable speeds. He lay on the third lane of the six lane highway. It seemed as if he was in extreme pain after being badly injured due to an accident. It might have been a hit and run case...or may be ? I didn't get close to him. In feet, I slowed down a bit just to have a better view of him and find out whatever had happened’to him. The scene evoked a lot of sympathies in me, just as it had happened two years ago. I would have taken the person into my car and immediately rushed him to the nearest hospital without a second thought. But today...today lam different. I am careful
My parents always drilled ideas of good sense, love for human kind and help for the needy. They used to add extra food into my snacks box and reminded me to share the food with my friends. They used to admonish me if I ever got angry at our servants. I was brought up with good ideals which I really followed whenever and wherever I could. I tried to do whatever my parents advised me to. I still do.
Facing this situation presently, I recalled what had happened two years ago. I still remember very well the unfortunate incident which had a tremendous impact on me. It was when I was in the tenth grade that I took a sympathetic step to help somebody in need. At least, I thought so. It was around 7:45 am on a foggy winter morning. I was proceeding towards my school. That day I had my English Language final exam. I had to reach the exam hall by 8 o'clock sharp of else I would get (ate. It was the same road that I took everyday and the same where the previous incident took place, but this day, only the position and situation were different. I saw a lady running frantically to and fro, trying to attract the attention of us in the car. I told my driver to stop. He stopped the car. I came out and enquired about what was wrong. Immediately the lady started wailing and got hysterical. With a choking voice, she told me that she had to reach the hospital with a blood bag. She showed me the bag of blood. She said that her husband was critically ill and immediately needed the blood for transfusion or else he might die. She begged me to give her a lift to the hospital which was a little further from my school. I, understanding the seriousness, told her to get into the car and ordered the driver to rush for the hospital.
Barely had the car moved about five hundred
metres, that the woman brandished a gun and pointed it at my forehead. I was shell shocked! She ordered me to hand over to her my cell phone, all the cash which my driver and I had, and also our wristwatches. She calmly said that if we try anything funny, she would seriously injured both of us. We did as she ordered. I was shivering and sweating with fear. I saw my driver too, sweating profusely. After about thirty seconds, the woman ordered the driver to stop the car. He did as she ordered. She got out and threatened us with a warning. She ordered us to get out of sight as soon as possible or else she would take a drastic step. We had no choice. We somehow reached my school with a lot of confusion and disgust in us. I was so affected by the incident that I had to wait for about half an hour to concentrate and read the question paper properly. The incident kept haunting me while I tried to settle down with my English exam. The thought simply would not get out of me. I was so badly affected that day. But I sincerely wanted to help her out. Why did she do it to me?
The incident which occurred two years back, is still fresh in my mind. I have a big question in my head now. Should I try to find out what was the problem with this man? Was it safe to help? This time I should be careful not to be impulsive, even though it looks to be a serious accident
My sub-conscience nudged me to give it a try. It told me that every time it need not be the same. I gathered enough courage to stop my car, moved forward, got a'closer look and finally examined the person with a keen eye. After a good look, I decided to take a risk and help this person. I took him to the nearest hospital and came to know from the on-duty doctor that there was a serious injury to his skull and brain. I asked the doctor to take care of him and left the hospital after the surgery. Later on, when I visited him the next day to see his condition, the unfortunate man, on regaining conscious, thanked me a lot with tears in his eyes. Even his relatives praised my effort of helping him when his was fighting with life.
I have grown up. I exercised 'caution' and took a positive step to serve a misfortunate person. I learnt that one negative experience in life is not powerful enough to stop a person from taking positive steps in future. One must grow out of restricting forces within oneself, and try to face adversities with courage and a clear mind. I did the same, and am growing up with this ideal in my life.
ByFahfm Chowdhury