April 30, 2010, a few minutes past 7 in the evening when a horrifying accident happened to us.
My three kids, my housekeeper, my houseboy, the driver, and I were all aboard my MIL’s pickup truck. We were heading home from a little gathering at my aunt-in-laws place when we decided to drop by my
MIL’s house.
We were on the highway and were about to turn into their driveway when I heard the horrible sound of the horn, the earsplitting screech of tires and the thunderous thud as something hard and heavy hit the truck. I felt the truck circled once and then it halted.
I remember I snatched
Chezelle from my housekeeper’s arms at just about the same time hands grabbed me from where I sat(at the passenger seat beside the driver). In seconds, concerned neighbors hovered over us in their attempt to help us. I can hear voices asking me if I’m alright, asking me to relax as I was shaking and was about to collapse. But I just can’t relax knowing my loved ones are in danger. How can I when I can hear my two daughters shrieking? I never dared to answer the voices, never even bothered listening to some of them. Still in shock and with youngest daughter in hand, I hastily searched for my
two kids. Someone tried to whisk my shrieking little angel away from me but I grabbed her back, worried something bad has happened to her. When someone did successfully got hold of Chezelle, I found Champagne crying while looking for her slippers and a few paces back was Charlton, holding his ate’s slipper. In the dark(it’s brownout), I impulsively inspected every inch of their body for bruises, scratches or wounds. Thanks God there were none. I was so glad that I almost crushed them in a tight embrace.
When I was quite relaxed later on, I found my
housekeeper had a large lump on her head when it smacked right into the window. Champagne lost her voice, perhaps because she was literally shrieking. Still, bubbly as ever, she was talking nonstop in ahoarse voice. Charlton, in contrast, was silent for almost an hour, perhaps in shock. There were no serious injuries other that even on the passengers of the bus(yes, a public utility bus) that hit us.
Life indeed is just a matter of seconds. If only we were seconds earlier, we would have been safe but on the other hand, if we were seconds later, we all might have been dead by now. We were just so lucky. Lucky that we were not late. Lucky that the driver was able to control the truck. Lucky that all of us are still alive, scratch-free.
Anyway, hubby was not with us during the accident as he was busy with the campaign but how he cried over what happened. How he hugged us all so tight saying he can’t imagine his life without us. He was mighty glad as well we were all safe.
What happened was a traumatic experience for us most especially with the
kids. They are now afraid to ride a vehicle and would rather choose to stay home. I am deeply worried. I hope they will forget about the terrible accident soon.
I wasn't able to sleep as the incident keep playing on my mind. I guess I am still in shock. Now, I have a throbbing head to mend. Let me rest now. Keep safe!
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