This Tuesday is a very meaningful day for me. Around the bend of that curved road near a cemetery in Legaspi I encountered a sad sob story. There was an accident with a pahinante as victim. Story had it that he fell off a borderless truck and was run over [nasagasaan] with the same truck. Very freak accident. Given that the company takes its precautionary measures by heart, none of this would have happened. The truck and its crew was about to load rice and deliver. But then at around 9am this fatal misfortune happened. The victim was bloodied and contorted I could see the wailing wife and relatives on the side of the road with a true picture of poverty. I wanted so much to help that I pulled the car on the roadside a few meters away. Police and BRTTH emergency medical team were there. It is at this moment I wish I was confident enough to deliver a CPR myself. Then I remembered my emergency medical training angel , Charrievi. I realized just now how much important this skill could be. So I must have that training and put my nursing vows to good use. The rescue team was doing their best, an ambulance was on standby and the police cordoned off the people and controlled the traffic. I saw the grieving young wife, and I wanted so much to comfort her but she was pulled aside with her family to be placated. Then I saw the brother of the victim. My heart went out to him. He looked like a twin because of too much semblance. The tv networks swarmed to him but the police gently said to please do not bother the grieving brother. He had a friend with him, they sat right in front of me because the brother buckled on his knees in grief, and the friend and I rubbed his back in a gesture of soothing comfort. That was all I could do. I wanted so much to do to bring back the victim’s life but I could not. Then I thought of bringing water to the fainting brother. As I chatted with the onlookers, I asked a neighbor to bring a glass, but the police quickly swept off the brother to the car for shielding. I didn’t get the glass of water to him. I brought back the glass to the neighbor and thanked them, I bid goodbye, went back to my car to fetch my kids, with the feeling in my heart that at least there was the intention to help. Somehow…… Perhaps in another chance, I could do some post traumatic stress disorder [PTSD] counseling and comforting.
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 04:04:01 +0000
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