It was a calm morning. Like always, I was returning home after my night shift at Amtel, riding on my silver kinetic honda. I had just passed the Bhartiya Vidhya Bhavan school. And suddenly, in front of my eyes, I saw a black stray dog, trying to cross the road. I didn’t slow the speed, thinking, it would steer away from my path, but it was a wrong decision. The front wheel just touched the dog and in an instant, I was thrown off balance. My knees hit the road hard. I didn’t feel any pain that time. The people on the walkway, tried to help me stand, but suddenly my knees buckled. It was a strange sensation, my knees wouldn’t hold straight although my mind instructed it. A good samaritan offered to take me home on my kinetic honda. Amma was preparing breakfast. She saw me from the kitchen window. “I met with an accident” – I told her gently to avoid panic.
It was not my first accident though. An year or two back, when my brother and I were returning home after the church service on a Sunday, I had an head-on collision with a bike, at the Old Padra road.
The place where I had the accident was an area where the garbages were always burned. To get away from the burning smoke and stench, I put on full throttle. Suddenly, I saw a small pothole in the middle of the road. To avoid it, I swerved a bit to the right. At that very moment, out of blue, I hit a bike coming from the opposite direction. I became unconscious and my brother was thrown a feet away. Fortunately, he was conscious.
Miraculously at that time, an ambulance was passing by. Seeing me and my brother on the road, the driver stopped and decided to take us home. On the way, it stopped at a clinic. After seeing me unconscious, the doctor pronounced me dead. The driver called up my home and said, one of your son is dead. But on the way home, I regained my consciousness. I was the first one to get off the ambulance. Thank God for His protection.
History was repeating itself. As I tried to stand from the scooter, again my knees buckled, I couldn’t stand. The good samaritan helped me get into the house. My mother thanked him and he went off never to be seen again. Amma called the neighbour next door. Appa was not in the town as he was posted on a company project, somewhere in India. Since the neighbour had the car, they took me to a hospital nearby, close to DonBosco school. It was run by an Orthopaedic surgeon who happened to be the brother of my school buddy.
It was early morning, the doctor had not arrived yet. He was informed about my accident. As soon as he arrived, X-ray was taken and it clearly showed the knee damage. The doctor took the pus out of my knee to prevent it from flowing into the blood stream. I was shocked to see a large needle as if it was meant for some elephant. I had hated injections all my life, and seeing the size of the needle, I literally fainted. MRI was done after 2 days, and it showed the damage to my ACL ligament. They performed a keyhole surgery to fix the ligament. There was 3 titanium screws inserted to support my ligament. During my stay, there were flood of visitors to see me. I was taken good care of by the nurses and doctors. After two weeks of bed rest, I was discharged. I took another month off from the office.
After almost 2 months rest, I decided to go office in an auto rickshaw. On the way to office, I would visit a physiotherapist and do some exercises. At morning, the same auto driver would pick me up from the office and drop me home. This became a normal routine. Slowly, my condition improved. I progressed from using crutches, walkers, and canes to walking independently on my own albeit with a small limp. And gradually the limp also left. The impact of the accident is still there today, I cannot bend my knees to full 180 degree, but that doesn’t affect my day-to-day activities. Praise God for His protection!!!