We don’t pay close attention to all the things we do all the time. Indeed, fundamental actions and decisions which repeat almost on a daily basis become perfunctory to the point they don’t require our full awareness.
We end up trusting so much in the infallibility of learned reflexes that it is impossible for us to believe that someone could act differently and think less about the possible consequences, which is a serious risk.
I read once that fate was particularly cruel with little distractions, and I agree. Hence, we should never be too careful in every thing we do and even think of the possible implications when someone else neglects to do it. But it is not enough.
Sometimes, chance plays tricks that fall directly in the time-space of our daily lives: two or more events with no apparent link between them; some caused by irresponsibility and others by recklessness.
Let’s imagine someone drives a car following every single rule established by the Transit Code; meanwhile, a second driver moves perpendicularly at breakneck speed and can’t stop the car when he sees the other car because he was planning not to stop at the red light he has just passed. And then, a collision of cars and events; a wreck, happens.
How many times have we witnessed events like that one, or even worse, been involved in one, as I was a few days ago?
In circumstances like this, there are no winners. Its consequences can be only measured against the losses, both human and materials, of the other parties involved or in the case of making a long list of what ifs. However; with a positive mind, one can find “useful” angles to these experiences, which are worth sharing.
An accident always marks a before and after in life; it makes us think on how have we have lived and how we will go on. Seeing the end so close gives us certainty on our fragility, that our time is a gift that should be used wisely and in an altruistic way; that we should learn to appreciate the little things of life.
However; the most important outcome of an event like this one is the possibility to be better and truly know people, since their real essence comes out in the wake of big shocks, as if they become transparent and the angel, or the demon, they carry inside is bared.
Marti once said that for every worm, two roses are born. And I can say that although there are worms, to which I won’t dedicate another word in this story, there are many more roses.
Those who love me have shown me again how much I mean to them: family, friends, neighbours and others with whom I’ve only exchanged a few words have overwhelmed me with their will to help me in everything I need.
I’ve also known wonderful people in these days of recovery such as dentist-to-be Daylín, who helped me through my most difficult moments. I don’t know if I spelled her name right, I asked her name just as I left the Clinical Surgery Hospital on 26 Avenue, which everyone calls Clínico Quirúrgico de 26, where I was taken after the accident.
I will never forget the people who provided me excellent care in Emergency Surgery first, and in the Maxillofacial Department later, where Katia, Mercedes and Dr. Aleman cared for me with professionalism, diligence and gentleness.
A Fito Paez’s song comes on the radio as I write this and I think, as the song says, that nothing is lost, if so many people come to offer their hearts in the aftermath of things like this.
Translated by ESTI