Life within 30 minutes....Not mine, but a kid's!!!
This happened to me somewhere in March, but my memory just got refreshed just and i decided to share this experience wif all u bloggers and occasional visitors....
Well i was off work as usual and spending my lonely time in my lonely room...Then my friend Kenny called me up for a drink...Well since i am free I decided to join him and other friends as well..It was about 11 pm then.
Climbing 2 floors above using stairs, cus that is the only option available to it,i reached and waited for the elevator which was suppose to bring a further 7 floors up. At this particular moment i saw this mom and son was also waiting for the elevator...The boy is about 4-5 years old...Have i mentioned that they are chinese???
The elevator came and we stepped into it. Something kept my eyes on the mother and the son...Now i dont have peudophile syndrom so i am not attracted to the boy and no the mom wasn't attractive enough to get my attentions. But its just an odd feeling... So as the elevator travels up, the mom was carrying her son..From the pale look of the kid, i knew that he is sick and they are headed to the clinic...
Something told me that i should offer my help to the mom to carry her son, for he is grown enough for the petite mom to carry him...Believe me people, mother's love never fails though they can misjudge... Anyway, somehow i didnt offer, not sure if the mother could be racist or what, and decided just to mind my own business...As the elevator approached the 1st floor, where the mom and her kid and myself decided to step out, i moved out first as i was faster than them, but u need to open the door to approach the main walk-way....Since i am ahead i decided to open the door for the mom and let them pass first.I opened the door and turned behind just to see, the son in the lovely clutches of the mom starts jerking...And the mom panicked and made a mild scream, there were other people around there but all of them are travelling further up in the elevator, and since i am facing the mom, somehow my reflexes worked automatically, i headed directly to the mom, by when the mom already looking at me with her panick eyes and pleaded "Please, help"...By then i already reached the mom, snatched the kid away from her, and dashed, this time the mom opened the door for me, the moment i am stepped on the walk-way, i dashed even faster...that must be my fastetst in life...And the mom followed me...still crying...i had enough glance at the mom to see her tears...The boy still jerking on my grip, his face even more pale, he is drooling out...I really do not know what to do for i aint no doctor mates...So on the way to the clinic, all i could do is to comfort the boys with my words, saying things like "its ok boy","u'll be alright boy", not sure if he even understood or heard me in fact, but still running my hand over his face....People around are staring at me, but i could give a damn about them..My motive : get the kid to the clinic...And i reached...
Again the mom quickly opened the clinic door for me...When i stepped in it the other patients this time are the ones starring at me...The fact that many pairs of eyes are stuck on , is not a comfortable feeling...but like i said ...i dont give a fuck..The mom went to the counter by when i am already behind her carrying the son, the nurse saw and immediately understood...For once i believe the nurses here used their brains..
The nurse opened the door for emergency purpose only, and i went inside to lay the kid on the bed, by when i realised the kid actually has stopped jerking...Dont know since when...Even more horrifying was the fact that the kid is now motionless, eyes wide open and heck he is not even breathing....Anyone in my shoe would have the same thought i had on that night...He is dead...I nearly blamed myself for my assumptions...If only i was faster...If only i was generous enough to carry the child in the elevator..all sort of things flashed thru the instance second and i felt so helpless...And the doctor is like taking forever to attend to the child...I am getting pissed by this time, and wanted to go and sound the doctor...But thank god the doc appeared and he looked calm as expected from a doctor..and he realised the kid is biting his teeths tightly...The doc ordered the nurse to bring in this wooden spatula sort of thingis and chocked in the kid's mouth with force breaking the tight between the teeth open...by this time i realised the kid is alive and felt relive...the mom still crying dont know what to do...She is so panicked that words not coming out of her mouth....she dont know what to say...especially every time the doc asked her something...And later on will end up staring at me..What am i suppose to know and do, i am clueless as well..
But anyway by now the doctor had undressed the kid and the nurse is wiping the kid,s body with hot towel....by when the kid started making some movements and some moaning sounds...Even more relieved for me and the mother..The boy was crying..Thats a good sign of course...Well after being in there a while and realising i cant do much and no further help is needed, i took away without saying goodbye and left to see my friends who were nearby...On my way i realised the boy's drool is on my jacket...but what the heck, its worth the expense and experience
When i reached, my friends asked what took me so long and i detailed the whole story to them..Some were amazed by my experience, some praised me and some eveb made a joke out of it by saying i am going to win the most carrying employee award.. Well whatever it was i guess i was just in a right place at the right time...The timing was perfect...
After the drink we all headed back to our rooms, and on my way passing by the clinic, i decided to stop by and get an update..Somehow i felt the urge of reponsibility. As i stepped in, i saw the boy outside the room in the laying on the roller, dressed up and was in much better condition now...He was talking to his mom...He still looked pale though...I saw the mom packed with all the necessities for the kid...and i knew that they are being sent downtown for the kid to be admitted...When the mom saw me, she was happy...and told her son, to say thank u to me...She was saying all this in chinese but i do can understand a little so i managed to interprete wisely...The kid looked at me and called me "koko" which means brother....I was delighted to hear the guy speak, for reasons i am not sure of....Then i enquired the mom abt the kid, she told me that he is having high fever...well i decided not to further probe her and left her in peace...She also mentioned that she called her husband and pointed at a guy on the phone...Well the father was busy and i decided to leave before touching the kid on his forehead again, the mother thanked me and i left...
People often say whatever happens, it happens for a reason, well i always thought we humans are very good with phylosophical words....thus some of it meant very little to me unless i experience it myself...And when i went thru this experience, i knew the reason why i was there....Though i am sure there are many other parts of the puzzle are yet to be discovered...but i took a glad in knowing something ended well and to be happy for a cause known is better for me than to ponder about what was about to happen or waiting the answer for why it happened. Someday i know it will be revealed, guess for positive endings i can always wait...
All went well except when i saw the mother, the dad and the kid about 2 weeks after the incident...We were in the same elevator again, and none of them seem to recognize me, especially the mother...The father never saw me, and the kid well he might not even know what he did last night...Well I guess this is irony of life..Am not sure if the boy will ever remember that one bad night a guy saved his life...That i ponder every now and then....Who knows he might be some famous person in the future and when he credit his success, will i be part of em...I am not sure...I am not asking much, i am just pondering within me if i will be remembered or forgotten...Knowing that some ppl close to me tend to discard me in over a minute, i guess the later will be the conclusion for this true story...And i wonder if there is someone who had saved my life once and i have forgotten. If i have, i am sorry.
This last message goes to the people who may feel the pinch... I was hurt by a chinese family for my skin colour...And that night if i would have been immatured as them, a kid might have been gone.....After being humiliated for the differences in me, i was confused....so confused that i almost hated chinese...but i really couldn't bring myself to it as some of my close friends are chinese...People say u cant judge 1000's of apple based on one bad apple...I found it hard to live with, stuck at the cross dont know which path to choose...But that incident, i didnt think a moment if i am helping a chinese or a malay or an indian....all i know is that i am helping a mom and her son....Thats all that mattered to me then...People dont see me for who i am, but though the revenge blood in me is still boiling, i knew the path that i must choose...Maybe thats the reason why it happened....Maybe there are more to be unfolded....I will wait not knowing i am waiting.......
Where Fantasy and Reality Cross Paths....A true experience is never forgotten nor forsaken
Well i was off work as usual and spending my lonely time in my lonely room...Then my friend Kenny called me up for a drink...Well since i am free I decided to join him and other friends as well..It was about 11 pm then.
Climbing 2 floors above using stairs, cus that is the only option available to it,i reached and waited for the elevator which was suppose to bring a further 7 floors up. At this particular moment i saw this mom and son was also waiting for the elevator...The boy is about 4-5 years old...Have i mentioned that they are chinese???
The elevator came and we stepped into it. Something kept my eyes on the mother and the son...Now i dont have peudophile syndrom so i am not attracted to the boy and no the mom wasn't attractive enough to get my attentions. But its just an odd feeling... So as the elevator travels up, the mom was carrying her son..From the pale look of the kid, i knew that he is sick and they are headed to the clinic...
Something told me that i should offer my help to the mom to carry her son, for he is grown enough for the petite mom to carry him...Believe me people, mother's love never fails though they can misjudge... Anyway, somehow i didnt offer, not sure if the mother could be racist or what, and decided just to mind my own business...As the elevator approached the 1st floor, where the mom and her kid and myself decided to step out, i moved out first as i was faster than them, but u need to open the door to approach the main walk-way....Since i am ahead i decided to open the door for the mom and let them pass first.I opened the door and turned behind just to see, the son in the lovely clutches of the mom starts jerking...And the mom panicked and made a mild scream, there were other people around there but all of them are travelling further up in the elevator, and since i am facing the mom, somehow my reflexes worked automatically, i headed directly to the mom, by when the mom already looking at me with her panick eyes and pleaded "Please, help"...By then i already reached the mom, snatched the kid away from her, and dashed, this time the mom opened the door for me, the moment i am stepped on the walk-way, i dashed even faster...that must be my fastetst in life...And the mom followed me...still crying...i had enough glance at the mom to see her tears...The boy still jerking on my grip, his face even more pale, he is drooling out...I really do not know what to do for i aint no doctor mates...So on the way to the clinic, all i could do is to comfort the boys with my words, saying things like "its ok boy","u'll be alright boy", not sure if he even understood or heard me in fact, but still running my hand over his face....People around are staring at me, but i could give a damn about them..My motive : get the kid to the clinic...And i reached...
Again the mom quickly opened the clinic door for me...When i stepped in it the other patients this time are the ones starring at me...The fact that many pairs of eyes are stuck on , is not a comfortable feeling...but like i said ...i dont give a fuck..The mom went to the counter by when i am already behind her carrying the son, the nurse saw and immediately understood...For once i believe the nurses here used their brains..
The nurse opened the door for emergency purpose only, and i went inside to lay the kid on the bed, by when i realised the kid actually has stopped jerking...Dont know since when...Even more horrifying was the fact that the kid is now motionless, eyes wide open and heck he is not even breathing....Anyone in my shoe would have the same thought i had on that night...He is dead...I nearly blamed myself for my assumptions...If only i was faster...If only i was generous enough to carry the child in the elevator..all sort of things flashed thru the instance second and i felt so helpless...And the doctor is like taking forever to attend to the child...I am getting pissed by this time, and wanted to go and sound the doctor...But thank god the doc appeared and he looked calm as expected from a doctor..and he realised the kid is biting his teeths tightly...The doc ordered the nurse to bring in this wooden spatula sort of thingis and chocked in the kid's mouth with force breaking the tight between the teeth open...by this time i realised the kid is alive and felt relive...the mom still crying dont know what to do...She is so panicked that words not coming out of her mouth....she dont know what to say...especially every time the doc asked her something...And later on will end up staring at me..What am i suppose to know and do, i am clueless as well..
But anyway by now the doctor had undressed the kid and the nurse is wiping the kid,s body with hot towel....by when the kid started making some movements and some moaning sounds...Even more relieved for me and the mother..The boy was crying..Thats a good sign of course...Well after being in there a while and realising i cant do much and no further help is needed, i took away without saying goodbye and left to see my friends who were nearby...On my way i realised the boy's drool is on my jacket...but what the heck, its worth the expense and experience
When i reached, my friends asked what took me so long and i detailed the whole story to them..Some were amazed by my experience, some praised me and some eveb made a joke out of it by saying i am going to win the most carrying employee award.. Well whatever it was i guess i was just in a right place at the right time...The timing was perfect...
After the drink we all headed back to our rooms, and on my way passing by the clinic, i decided to stop by and get an update..Somehow i felt the urge of reponsibility. As i stepped in, i saw the boy outside the room in the laying on the roller, dressed up and was in much better condition now...He was talking to his mom...He still looked pale though...I saw the mom packed with all the necessities for the kid...and i knew that they are being sent downtown for the kid to be admitted...When the mom saw me, she was happy...and told her son, to say thank u to me...She was saying all this in chinese but i do can understand a little so i managed to interprete wisely...The kid looked at me and called me "koko" which means brother....I was delighted to hear the guy speak, for reasons i am not sure of....Then i enquired the mom abt the kid, she told me that he is having high fever...well i decided not to further probe her and left her in peace...She also mentioned that she called her husband and pointed at a guy on the phone...Well the father was busy and i decided to leave before touching the kid on his forehead again, the mother thanked me and i left...
People often say whatever happens, it happens for a reason, well i always thought we humans are very good with phylosophical words....thus some of it meant very little to me unless i experience it myself...And when i went thru this experience, i knew the reason why i was there....Though i am sure there are many other parts of the puzzle are yet to be discovered...but i took a glad in knowing something ended well and to be happy for a cause known is better for me than to ponder about what was about to happen or waiting the answer for why it happened. Someday i know it will be revealed, guess for positive endings i can always wait...
All went well except when i saw the mother, the dad and the kid about 2 weeks after the incident...We were in the same elevator again, and none of them seem to recognize me, especially the mother...The father never saw me, and the kid well he might not even know what he did last night...Well I guess this is irony of life..Am not sure if the boy will ever remember that one bad night a guy saved his life...That i ponder every now and then....Who knows he might be some famous person in the future and when he credit his success, will i be part of em...I am not sure...I am not asking much, i am just pondering within me if i will be remembered or forgotten...Knowing that some ppl close to me tend to discard me in over a minute, i guess the later will be the conclusion for this true story...And i wonder if there is someone who had saved my life once and i have forgotten. If i have, i am sorry.
This last message goes to the people who may feel the pinch... I was hurt by a chinese family for my skin colour...And that night if i would have been immatured as them, a kid might have been gone.....After being humiliated for the differences in me, i was confused....so confused that i almost hated chinese...but i really couldn't bring myself to it as some of my close friends are chinese...People say u cant judge 1000's of apple based on one bad apple...I found it hard to live with, stuck at the cross dont know which path to choose...But that incident, i didnt think a moment if i am helping a chinese or a malay or an indian....all i know is that i am helping a mom and her son....Thats all that mattered to me then...People dont see me for who i am, but though the revenge blood in me is still boiling, i knew the path that i must choose...Maybe thats the reason why it happened....Maybe there are more to be unfolded....I will wait not knowing i am waiting.......
Where Fantasy and Reality Cross Paths....A true experience is never forgotten nor forsaken
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