One of the most horrific things that can happen to anyone is receiving a call to say that a loved one has been in an accident. Wednesday morning, 7 September 2016 I received that call. It was as if I went into survival mode, trying to get to the accident scene as soon as I possibly could. Stuck in peak time traffic I pulled over to the side of the road, both indicators flashing, horn blaring as I was trying to make my way through the rows and rows of cars.
What greeted me under the bridge, 15 kilometer’s away, is something I will never forget. Multiple ambulances, towing-trucks, emergency vehicles and a fire truck surrounded a body in the road. Traffic officers escorting me across the road, one of the busiest highways in Cape Town under complete lock down. And then I saw him. Laying in the road, his motorbike a few meter’s away. And I broke.
Everything inside of me broke. I couldn’t stop myself. I cried, and I cried and I cried and I couldn’t care about the hundreds of car’s waiting to get to work, everyone vanished and he was all I could think of. Was he ok? What happened? Nothing mattered, he needed to be fine that’s all. Paramedics calmed me down, or tried to at least.
“He is fine”
“He is fine”
That’s what they said over and over again. I didn’t believe them. I heard what they said but I didn’t believe them. They lifted the stretcher and started walking over to the ambulance, she shivered, they covered him in more blankets. The paramedic cleared a seat for me in the ambulance and for a split second I tried to focus on what needed to happen next. I called my boss, he was understanding. Not that I cared, I didn’t care about anything, I just wanted him to be fine.
The drive to the hospital was over before I knew it. The paramedic kept him calm. Asked him the same questions over and over and over again.
“What’s your name”?
“How old are you”?
“Where do you live”?
“Where do you work”?
“What’s your address”?
Over and over again. He assured me that there were no internal injuries. I cried again. I still didn’t believe him. We came to a stop. The doors opened and they hurried him inside. White curtains were drawn to cover a bed and I stood in the hallway, alone. I had his backpack in my hands, his jacket full of blood and my handbag. I cried again.
Nurses helped me to the front desk to fill out paperwork. I kept glancing over to the emergency ward, trying to make sense of what happened. My phone rang, it was the officer, I don’t remember giving him my number, he told me what happened. Someone changed lanes, without indicating, knocked him off his motorbike. Witnesses says he was flung in the air and landed on the ground. No evidence reflected on the helmet he was wearing.
“He is lucky” the paramedics said.
I am broken. How could this happen? I got upset, I screamed and yelled and swore at the person apologizing profusely to me. I didn’t want to hear his excuses!! He did this to him!
The doctor came into the room, I was allowed to see him. The doctor was in scrubs, he came out of the operating room.
“What happened”? he asked
“Motorbike accident” I replied
“Another one”? he asked while shaking his leg
Looking at the X-rays he glanced at both of us.
“We have to operate, now”
“Do it” he mumbled
I broke again. WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO HIM??????
The doors of the theater closed and I was left alone once again. I cried, and cried, and cried.
Nurses came past me, comforting me, telling me he was in good hands, he was going to make it, he was going to be okay. I believed them.
I received a call from the lady who stopped to help him, who called the ambulances. I thanked her, over and over again. I made a note to deliver flowers to her work. She was his guardian angel.
The emotional and physical pain of Wednesday 7 September I won’t forget easily. I spent the day in hospital, filling out forms, comforting him, being there for him. I got home, had a sandwich, showered and collapsed into bed. I was so tired.
I thank God Almighty for sending his angels to protect him. I thank Him for being the greatest God alive. I thank the paramedics, the hospital staff, the doctor’s and ALL emergency personnel involved. I thank everyone because he is ALIVE!!!!!!!
He is out of ICU and in the recovery ward, it’s a long road ahead but he lives. PRAISE GOD. Thank you for each and everyone reaching out to me. I am truly blessed. I still cry. But everything will be alright.
To the person who caused the accident. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I hope you can forgive me.
This morning Friday 9 September I drove to work and right where the accident happened I see the below picture. The bridge you see in the distance, it happened under that bridge. If this isn’t a sign of God’s love, I don’t know what is:
Sending each and everyone all my love and positive vibes.