Something happened at nine years old that changed the outlook on my life forever. As we were traveling in our car, we saw an accident happen in front of us.
My father slammed on the breaks and veered to the left and went into the median strip of the highway.
They pumped fast the water in the flames, with their hoses.
It took almost two and a half hours to control and then finally to extinguish the fire. One of the firemen was seriously injured in the efforts, and a’ few of them had received burns and bruises.
I could feel the cold ground on the side of my body. I was wedged between the hood of the car and the dirt. I could see her slowly crawl out of the back seat window then tear away. She had run barefoot to the nearest house to call 911 and my dad. We finally made it into the ambulance and made our way to the hospital. I was in the hospital for six days and in a wheel chair for around eight weeks.
The car rustled, every movement of the car pierced my body. I opened my mouth to yell her name but air failed to escape my lips. I have now realized how precious life really is and that it can be taken away in a single minute. One little mishap can result in extreme injury or even death.By the time it was detected, the fire had spread over a number of juggins.Most of the fire accidents occur because of our carelessness.Immediately I rushed out to find out what was all that.I was told that the juggins in the neighborhood were in flames. The women, children and men of these huts and juggins were simply crying, shouting and wailing helplessly. Amidst hue and cry some of the people were throwing water, others were throwing dust, and still others beat the fire with sticks and rods. Suddenly, there were shout and cries and a lot of confused noise. Mother was engaged in the kitchen, preparing tea for me.Every year there are many fire accidents, resulting in a great loss of property and life.Many of these can be easily avoided if we are more careful, and observe certain rules and regulations regarding fire-protection, etc.By the time the fire could be put out, all the juggins were heaps of ashes.The charred remains of bricks, pots and pans, and timber lay scattered all over the scene. But then, they had lost everything including their huts.