EXPERIENCE: God saves a man through me!
(13th May 2008)
I was watching the television. It was around noon. Suddenly, there was a very loud noise. I dismissed it as simply load dropping off a lorry. Some time later, as my mom, who was on the telephone in her room, enquired as to what it was, I went outside my home to take a look. I saw a small lorry on the embankment at the bottom of the road leading to my house. Although it was upright, I sensed something seriously amiss, quickly locked my house grill, strangely shouted that "I hope nobody dies today!" & ran downhill. As a few motorcycles were thereabouts, I asked if they knew what'd happened, mentioning the loud sound. One Indian man mentioned that he'd heard it too, but had checked to find no one in the lorry. I double-checked to indeed find no one in the cabin of the lorry. Then, a lady in a car arrived & checked about. When I mentioned it odd that no one's about when we'd just heard the noise, she retorted that it was her husband's lorry in a slightly panicky voice. When she headed back to her car & I reiterated it being odd & began looking under the lorry, she too came back to look. It was fortunate that we didn't give up, as she found him in the mite of a slope, wedged under the zinc of the developer's enclosure. As she struggled to turn him over with the help of a Malay man, it was my turn to panic as I saw blood on his face. She then asked if anyone had a handphone to call the ambulance with. When no one had one, she probably got a hold of her husband's one & handed it to me to call the ambulance with. As I enquired if the number was "994", the Malay man answered "999". Just then, the Indian man said that my cousin brother, who lives just across from the incident spot, had already made the call. In the meantime, the Malay man had taken off his own jacket & was holding it over the man's head to shield him from the midday sun, while the wife got a pillow & put it under his head. As I looked down at the wounded man, I said that he isn't breathing and swished back the other two people and urged them to give him some air. I quickly picked up an empty cardbord box & began fanning him as his wife wiped the blood away from his nose with her hand. He miraculously began to breathe. In the meantime, the Indian man herds the 4 little children that were in the lady's car all this while into the back seat, turns the car around, gets the man unto his feet & into the car & makes the wife drive him to the hospital which is just down the road from there.
A bit of background: Just the Friday before, I'd gone to the nearby 'amman' temple & handed over a silvery purple 'saree' with a green border for a particular 'amman' incarnation. On the day of the incident, I was wearing a purple top & a green pair of pants. To me, that was certainly a sign of God working through me, urging me to keep searching for that elusive injured man & to notice that he wasn't breathing at a juncture.