Moali Pongen: Perhaps, it might not be worth mentioning, incidences that are personal but there's this restless pesky feeling in me which won't stop unless I pour out my miserable pain in words. Not little was I aware that such a monstrous incident awaits on that fateful morning of 26th September, which would leave me battling for my life, because of an indecent citizen who cared less to drive his car on the proper given road.
Yes! There exist many uncivilized drivers and unbounded useless beings in Nagaland who drive their vehicles in every possible road to its extremity. Even to the extent of nearby footpaths, ending up hitting innocent pedestrians and not once bothering to even stop and look at what wrong he has done, rather run away for their own life after keeping a life at stack.
On that unfortunate morning as I was coming back from Mezhür Higher Sec. School after dropping my niece, a black Alto running on the wrong side of the road approached out of nowhere so near by the footpath that it hit me on a filmy scene, throwing me up in the air and down the muddy street and crushing my right foot as it passed by hurriedly to a safe haven. I don't remember what exactly happened on that particular moment due to a possible concussion caused by the trauma, but I also suffered slight astigmatism as I failed to see anything and anyone.
The only thing still fresh in my mind along with my raw scars is that impeccable fear of dying on a brutal hit and run-bloody accident, the indecent loud crush of the vehicle that sounded like thunder to my ear, and the feeling of never seeing my love ones again as I was only a second away to be swallowed by a hungry car.
Yet, lucky was I that a man came to my rescue and immediately took me to the hospital and informed my parents. It was only after reaching the hospital, I found out that the big toe on my right foot had been totally smashed, with no nails left, a minor bone fracture, dislocate right arm, and my left buttock was hit so hard as the car threw me on the merciless road, that my condition demanded down to four injections on a single day in my particular wounds, multiple painkillers, and several treatments unknown to a common 'out-of-medical' field person like me.
Though I discharged shortly after that, I still am on a regular visit to dress my wounds, which the Doctors says will take months to recover even if not fully.
Forget about walking it took me ages to climb down from my bed on the first week of the accident, and the way to the kitchen from my bedroom is still a million miles away. To the least, I still cannot bend properly, because of the excruciating pain in so many parts of my little body that would hit hard every time I protest to do something.
The next day we got information that it did not only hit me but also hit another car that was parked on the other end of the road which is but a clear sign of mis-driving.
The driver has been a lucky chap because even after noting the vehicle number, we chose not to lodge FIR, because of my God-fearing parents who are so deeply rooted in their Christian belief of 'To err is to human' and 'To forgive is divine'. We chose to forgive that person and end the matter on a humanitarian term, though it did not only dismantle my body but also affected my life in so many ways.
However, the one thing that my family still rejoices is the fact that I am still alive, which is nothing short of miracle. It has taught me this undeniable lesson that life is like a thin glass, dangerously fragile, which if not taken intimate care with prayers may crack in just a flicking tick.
I do not know whom to concern this terrible article to, or what little social change it might bring about but on my personal note it is my humble request to whomever authority it is concern, to lay down strict regulations on illegal driving and impose heavy penalty on lawbreakers and megalomaniacs.
And also to all those people, who own vehicles, to either learn themselves or teach their drivers the art of proper driving and the act of stopping by and coming forward to help if incase by rare chance if it happens to hit any pedestrian on the road, showing that basic sense of civilizeness as a citizen of humanity. And also the act of forgiveness in any given situation, even to the core of crime and dead. After all that wise quote always reminds that 'while to err is human, to forgive is divine'.
Glory be to God in highest for His never ending grace. Saved by His grace, healed by His stripes. Yanfo Kikon: Oh man... This is one of the most powerful blog I've read in my 8 years of running this group. This is utterly painful, yet unimaginable or beyond what most of us can ever comprehend how you and your family has dealt with this situation to be able to forgive the person.
You are alive for a reason and this reason is to be able to share this story to us and the thousands who will be able to read and strike our conscience this hard, re-evaluate our thoughts, values and principles but most importantly the question will always linger what it takes to manifest this spirit to live again like a true Christian. You are a miracle and I'm certain that you will live to inspire many people not only to be responsible but also bring out a STRONG LAW TO PROTECT RECKLESS DRUNK DRIVERS who are not only a danger to themselves but to innocent people on the streets like this very survivor Moali.
Do take care and continue to be strong...You have this special gift of writing, make good use of it..It is one of the most powerful tools to inspire others, like your testimony which will leave a strong lasting impact on all of us.
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