E-book Eye contact with death

Eye contact with death

Do you guys think death is a scary thing? My name is Pim, 25
years old. I live with my parents and I don't have any brothers
and sisters. I work in rescue, single status, no people to talk to.

I have seen people die from their own carelessness and that of
others. Grandchildren, relatives mourn the loss of family
members or acquaintances. Before, I was very sensitive to
these things. When we can't save the injured or can't go to help
in time. I would secretly cry in the bathroom alone.

After returning from work I cook for my parents, as usual, every
day, shower, comb hair, go to bed, help my parents to go to
bed. My mother was paralyzed after falling in the bathroom last
year. My routine has been like this for almost a year. I still keep
my head up and do it without complaining to anyone after mom
sleeps as well. I was dressed rescue jersey and then drive a
motorcycle, and headed out to an intersection near my home.
Today, the rescue friends come together as a team like every
day. Especially today is Friday, there will be a lot of people,
especially pickup trucks, motorcycles, parked under the
crossroads. Because the chance of an accident is high with
people out on Friday nights after 5 days of work.

"How's your mom, Pim?" Kim
"It's the same, brother."
"Win the lottery, your family will be fine" Ow
“Hahaha, is that right? She would never buy.” Kim
"It's a waste of money, brother. 80 baht. I can eat for two
periods."
“This one is always naughty.” Ow

“It summons money wisely. You're the one who drank some
cigarettes and liquor.”.”
“No, I would have died if I had to stop.” Ow

I can only smile. My heart wants it to be like a friend telling me
to try to buy some lotteries in case I win so I can have money to
treat my mother better than she is. A wail sounded from a
pickup truck informing the accident. I jump Immediately get into
the pickup truck, followed by 3-4 friends, a loud whistle
sounded with the sound of rubber crushing the road stinging
eardrums. Like in a race track, the pickup truck flew towards
the destination without paying attention to any traffic rules
because there was a whistling sound.

In an instant, we arrived at our destination. I jumped out of the
pickup truck and immediately flew towards the overturned BMW
3 series. The driver was breathing heavily, unconscious. I
quickly swept my gaze inside the car, but I couldn't see any
other injured people. My friend and I tried to get the driver out
of the car because the fire began to flood. We tried to pull out
one of the injured man's wrists, but it seemed like something
was stuck. We tried to push harder but couldn't get the injured
person out. So I got out of the car and told my friends to bring
me some tools, but the fire grew more and more. Everyone was
afraid that there would be an explosion. A friend then ran to get
a fire extinguisher at the car to extinguish the growing fire. But
then an unexpected incident happened: the car exploded, a fire
engulfed the passenger compartment and ignited the driver. I
can only stand and watch the driver die before my eyes. I can't
do anything. The driver's hand tried to reach out of the car
towards me. I just stood there staring at the tears for a moment.
I turned my back on the incident while friends tried to put out
the fire.

Even though I have been working for many years increased
mental strength but I'm still not used to it. Again, our work today
is a failure. Couldn't save the injured person. After we finished
the fire, there were various agencies to continue to manage.

When everything was done, I and my friends went back to the
way they were. The difference is that everyone sits alone,
quietly, without the same hilarious conversations as before. We
are all immersed in our own thoughts. Some people sit in tears,
some people sit with their eyes closed and their brows
furrowed. As I sit and look at the hands that are tightly clenched
together

If we get there sooner. If I decide to bring the device to the
rescue in the first place? He might still be alive. Maybe just
sleep in the ICU or maybe survive.

At that moment, another group of rescue teams left for work.
My eardrums rang, and 15 minutes later, a call from a friend
came to my phone.

"Pim!! Your mom and dad were in a car accident!!”
“Are you crazy? My mom and dad are staying at home.” I just
sent my parents to bed this evening.
"really!! It came out just now. Your parents are at Hospital A
right now, hurry up.”

After that, my friend hung up. I hurriedly ran onto my
motorcycle, ignoring the others who were shouting behind me.
My feeling right now is I want to get to the hospital as soon as
possible. I want to have the power to disappear and go to the
poke right there.

I drove 10 minutes to arrive at the hospital. I rushed to the
emergency room without thinking.

“Oh, come quickly.”
“What did the doctor say?”
“The doctor hasn't come out yet.”
“How is it going?”
“Earlier, your father came to see you, but you left for work.
When I asked if there was anything, he didn't say anything."

After a while, the fog came out.

"Who's the victim's relative?"
“I am a daughter.”
“Right now, both of them have lost a lot of blood. Your mother is
seriously ill. We will do our best.”

The doctor finished speaking and turned around. I just stood
and looked again. Whether it's about other people or even my
own parents, I can't do anything.

I'm… really useless. It's just standing there and crying. How
embarrassing. What if my parents weren't here? Before I could
only comfort the relatives of the deceased, tell them not to be
sad, accept the truth, and keep going.

when it comes to myself. It's not easy. Facing this cruel reality?
Don't be sad, accept the truth. It might actually be able to do
just that right now. I can't help the doctor.

Can I pray that this is just a dream?

“Death is so intimate that we should turn it from fear to
accepting, understanding, and caring for those we love.”