The D Spot

Since I have a meeting at 5pm and a dinner engagement after that, I had myself ready for the 12 noon Mass at UP (I could have gone at 6 am, but I fell asleep). While waiting for a cab in front of my house, putting on my mascara, something urged me to cross the street and wait there instead. Then I saw a car coming toward the direction where I left.

Still applying my mascara, I heard a big “thud!” and saw a girl tossed outside a green trike and then the trike turn turtling toward my direction. My instinct was to run to keep away from the turn turtling trike. The very site that the car hit the green trike was the very site where I was staying while waiting for a cab.

I saw a young woman tossed in the air, and fall face flat a few feet away from me. Good Maginhawa St. was not busy at that time, otherwise the young woman would have been run over by a passing car. Another lady and a man were pulled out of the trike, then the trike driver. Despite my being frozen in place, I pulled away from my state of suspended animation, to pick up the youg woman, and call the attention of the people who were all focused on the 4 people who were hurt.

I was like a director in a play, telling people to bring the victims to the car, to go the barangay which was just around the corner,  telling the driver to bring them to the hospital, assuring the young woman, who was all bruised and trembling all over, bleeding in the nose, bleeding in the mouth (seems like she lost some teeth, and had difficulty walking) that I would help her as much as I could. She was to go to Mercury Drug to buy milk for her daughter.

The driver, who happened to be my neighbor a few houses away, owned up to the accident, and assured everyone that he would bring them to the East Ave Hospital, and pay the bills. With this assurance, and after assuring the victim that I would go to her house, I took a trike to go to her house to tell her husband about the accident, after getting the car driver’s telephone number, just in case it is needed.

She lived in a squatter’s area by the UP, where I had to walk a long way, accompanied by the trike driver. The husband came with me with an in-law, to catch up with the wife at the hospital.

It dawned on me, while looking for the victim’s house, that “God, I am still lucky—I am alive!” It could have been me. It was just a matter of seconds, had I not crossed the street, I would have been hit by either the car or the green trike. I was so close to being one of the victims. And I was in shock once again, I almost cried.

Even if I believe that what is bound to happen will happen, and what is not bound to happen will not, I still thank the Good Lord for His protection.

And why are trikes allowed to have 4 passengers (3 inside and 1 at the back of the driver)? Only in the Philippines! but this is another story.

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