Yesterday, after completing our shopping, we headed back home and were driving around the neighbourhood to check out the Halloween decorations. While we were driving around, we decided that we wanted to make a home-made ghost to put in the front yard, but we realised that we didn’t have white cloth. So we headed out to the closest Home Craft store. As we were almost reaching the shop, Elan missed the 1st turn so he drove a little more to take the 2nd turn (which also takes us to the shop). As we were waiting to turn left into the small road, right in front of our eyes, a pickup truck made a right turn into that same road and we hurt a crunching sound – my heart sank. Elan quickly turned into that same road and parked a little further down. By then, we were able to see that a man who had been on his motorbike was pinned under the truck. In all fairness, we hadn’t been able to see how exactly the accident took place so we didn’t know who was at fault. Elan ran over to help and the driver of the pickup was in shock too. I guess the sudden surge of adrenaline made the man pinned under the truck quite composed and he shouted to Elan and the driver to lift the truck up. So with all their strength, that’s what they did. And the man was able to drag/pull himself out to lay down on the road. By then, I was already calling 911 and relaying the location, the situation and the condition of the man to the operator. It was terrifying. In such an incident, you never know how bad the injuries are. By then, a few other people had also arrived on the scene – 2 older women were comforting the man and one of them had draped a blanket she had over him. It was really cold and he was shivering.
Within less than 2 minutes (I’m quite sure), the paramedics, the police and fire fighters had already arrived. I have always respected what these people do, but I now have an even more respect for them. The calm and composure they exhibit. The kindness they show. The efficient way in which they assess the condition of the man to decide how to treat him before moving him into the ambulance. They really are amazing.
After giving his statement, Elan was told he could leave and we headed off to continue with our cloth shopping, still wondering, hoping and praying that the man wouldn’t sustain any injury that was terribly serious. As we reflected on it last night, we realised that there is no place we’d rather be than little ol’ Boise – where the compassion of people in a terrible situation is just heartwarming. Having come from the country we came from, where people would just drive past an accident, or slow down to copy down the number of the car to use for the lottery later, we are truly grateful for the kindness we’ve encountered here.
And as I reflected on the day we had, I wondered to myself “Is there ever really a WRONG turn” we make in life. If not for wanting to make the ghost (below) for Halloween, if not for having returned home first and then deciding to go back to the shop, if not for missing the first turn into the shop – would we have been there to help instantly, for Elan to have been there to help lift the truck up so that the man could escape further injury. I will never know. I hope and pray that the man involved in the accident is ok.