A few weeks ago, at just about a car length away, motorcycle skidded in front of my car, stopping almost underneath the car in front.
I pulled my car to a stop. Stunned. Managing only to respond about two seconds after. I put on the hazard light and sprint out of the car.
“Are you alright?” I asked, fretting and unsure of what to do as I’ve never met such a situation before.
The rider, a GrabFood delivery man in his twenties, was clearly shaken. He laid down on his back, unable to move. He looked at me intensely, trying to say something but no voice came out from his mouth. I stand a distance away from him just looking at him, remembering that in first aid 101, we shouldn’t try to move the person at all. But how should I help him?
It was another driver, a Malay man in his early 50s ( I’ll call him the “gung-ho” uncle for he was the one who did most of the helping) who stopped his car in front of the accident site, came by. He soon holding on to the motorcyclist hand, asking about his well-being in a concerned yet comforting tone. Still, nothing came out from his mouth.
“Shall we call the ambulance now?” I asked the “gung-ho” uncle.
He proceeded to call 995 right away and we attempted to give directions to the telephone operator on the other end of our exact location.
Shortly, a Chinese rider, a Malay rider and his girlfriend who was on the pillion, and an Indian rider stopped by to help too.
Some of us reminded him not to move. Some of us helped pick up his bike and gathered his belongings. As the car directly behind the accident, I popped back into my car to set up a safety hazard triangle a distance away.
At this moment, the driver of the car involved in the accident came on to the scene too. He was a veteran, probably in his late 50s. Although he don’t show it, I guess he was shaken as well for it took him at least a minute before coming into the scene.
He was still in denial that felt that he was not at fault – which I don’t blame him for responding the way he did. The Chinese rider told him not to worry about who’s at fault for now, just leave it to the Traffic Police.
After the phone call, the “gung-ho” uncle went back to tend to the injured rider.
“Don’t worry, we are all here with you. We all don’t know each other but we are going to be here with you. That’s the Singapore Spirit,” the gung-ho uncle spoke gently to him.
And we stayed there till the paramedics and traffic police arrived.
I left my contacts with the traffic police. The accident was of caught on my car cam tape.
It’s not the sort of incident that I would like to meet just to learn something from but I did learn that:
- The world is still full of hope and good people around. I am reminded to always stay hopeful and spread more goodness around.
- I sucked at handling crisis. But I’ve learnt one more way to deal with it.
- I was also wondering if I should get myself first-aid certified? I cannot bear to see another time when someone is in physical trouble and I can’t do anything much to help them at all.