I just had a humbling experience when dusk fell.
It was my Grandpa's birthday today so we visited his grave at the memorial park. When we left the park, and crossed the road to hail a cab going home, we saw an old man got hit by a speeding jeepney. My mom panicked, and almost everyone were panicking within our radius. It was not my first time to see an accident such as this, but this one was really sudden and snappy. We were like 10 feet from where the accident happened. The jeepney just hit the man and ran. We then blocked the road to stop cars and for them to reduce speed, and of course to call attention that someone is seriously hurt. Someone is seriously hurt when there is blood gushing out of the man's head. His image that I saw him getting hit, and seeing his face in pain and his outstretched arm for help.. I felt useless seeing the whole thing. The image is still vibrant in me right now. And now, 7 hours later, my parents, who were with me at that time, refuse to talk about what happened.
The good thing was, the passengers inside the jeepney forced the jeepney driver to reverse back to the scene and all of them went down to check on the man lying in the center of the road, that seemed lifeless. Thankfully he twitched and moved, that the bystanders around were relieved and gained hope that rushing the man to the hospital would save the him.
The bad thing is not really bad, on my side. But there's a question of not really accomplishment. It's about you've helped the man and if you did, did it pay off well? Wherever he is right now, I wish him well.
Five minutes after the man was brought off to the hospital by the same jeepney that got him, life seemed normal. The number of bystanders waned down. Vehicles passed on the scene like nothing happened, except that there was blood underneath them. And it kept on splashing. Ten minutes after, we were still there, then the traffic police came. Too late. I really wanted to call the BS card. Everything was just, but the people who seem to be in charge of keeping it just are not always there. Bullsh*t.
