Second Chance to Live

@2003, Baroda

It was a calm morning. As usual, I was returning home after completing my night shift at Amtel, riding on my silver colored kinetic honda. I had just passed the Bhartiya Vidhya Bhavan school, when out-of-blue 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. Mom was preparing breakfast. She saw me from the kitchen window. Without showing any panic, I gently said “I met with an accident”. 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. And that was the last time, I saw him. May God bless him!

It was not my first accident though. An year or two back, when my brother and I were returning home after the church service, I had an head-on collision with a bike, at the Old Padra road.

The place where I met with the accident was an area where the garbages were 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 speedin 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. Mom called our neighbour next door. Dad was not in the town as he was posted on a company project, think he was in Calcutta. Our good neighbour, took me in their car to a hospital, near to DonBosco school, run by an Orthopaedic surgeon.

It was early morning, the doctor had not arrived yet. He was informed about my accident. As soon as he arrived, they took X-ray and it clearly showed the knee damage. They removed the pus out of my knee to prevent it from flowing into the blood stream. I was shocked to see a very large needle. I had hated injections all my life. 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 were 3 titanium screws inserted to support my ligament. The nurses and doctors took good care. After two weeks, I was discharged. And I took another month off from the office.

After almost 2 months rest, I decided to go office in auto rickshaw. On the way to office, I would visit a physiotherapist and do some exercises. In the 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. Praise God for His protection!

About Abeesh Thomas

A Writer, Entrepreneur and Worshiper
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