The Left Foot

The sun shone brightly on the Monday morning of 10th June 2019, and as usual, I went for my tally classes. All of a sudden, while returning to my bike, I saw a taxi heading my way. I stood still as there was no space to move, and suddenly it happened. The taxi rammed into my left foot leaving it bruised and injured.

At first, I thought it’s just a small scratch, but I didn’t look at my foot since I’m afraid of blood, hospitals, injuries and any other medical term. Soon my leg started feeling heavier than normal, but still, I didn’t want to see my foot. So, I looked around for my shoe instead and found that it was all worn out. I started calling my parents and my neighbour, thinking that at least one of them would pick up. Meanwhile, the people around me made all sorts of comments about my foot; saying that my nail was broken, my foot was fractured and a few even said that I would have to cut off one of my toes.

My dad was at work, so I began calling my mom. I thought she would respond, but she didn’t. Since my foot continued hurting, I left for the hospital in an ambulance. When I started praying the Hail Mary, it suddenly struck me to call a friend of mine who was a doctor. By God’s grace, he picked up after one ring.

After that I continued to pray the Hail Mary, I glanced at my feet and the sight of the blood terrified me. I thought to myself, “why me?” My fear of the casualty ward snuck in too, I began overthinking about what I’d do amidst the ward’s several severe cases. As I stepped in, I only said, “Mama Mary, please be with me”, and there my phone battery died. I felt like a helpless soul. Though I had my doctor-friend, I wasn’t able to call him. I approached a doctor and requested her to call him. She assured me that she would, as soon as they started cleaning my wound. I refused to see my wound, but the sight of the bandage itself scared me. After all the x-rays and prescriptions, my doctor-friend dropped me home despite his busy schedule and told my mom that my foot wasn’t serious.

After a few days, I began reflecting on the accident. I realised that I had more courage in me than ever before. I’m no longer afraid of injections, blood or the casualty ward; there’s an inbuilt courage within me and I’m stronger than before. What I want to say is that when such situations occur, we often give up or don’t bother calling upon the name of our Lord. However, if in our bad and good situations we call upon the Lord, we are always saved.

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