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After my car accident last night, I had to relieve the stress by writing some of my thoughts and sharing some words with friends as the kindness of strangers and shock of the event has given me a new lease on life. I simply like to share this with anyone who might be feeling sorry about themselves or for a short second has doubted their place here on earth.
I have been selfish, self-centered and self-imposed beyond belief to a point where I have forgotten how to become a true human being.
Casually speaking, my life has been so consumed in day to day stress of this automated surrounding that I barely get to appreciate what it truly offers us. I seize to care about the depth of humanity, the social responsibilities or the fabric of its foundation. Fascinated by desire to excel, I have remained ignorant of my true task in this temporary resting ground we all call living and endlessly looked for a way to escape this self imposed and imaginary abyss. Despite the tough years early on, the abuses, the disadvantages and the unfairness that was imposed upon me and regardless of emotions that were shed away by hands of destiny, I had promised myself to remain a noble man, a giving man, a caring man. But I had become the man I always feared. A man who cared for nothing but to improve his status in life and sadly while doing so archiving all of those commandments that had been promised. I had forgotten what had genuinely made me a true human.
Sometimes we spend our entire life in our own single vision cocoon isolated, insulated and quarantined. Yet, on a very rare occasion and completely impulse driven, it only takes us a split second to realize who we really are and what truly defines the spirit within. As I was walking away from the wreckage of my prized BMW, soaking wet from the Icy water exploding out of the fire hydrate and still traumatized by the impact of the accident, this strange feeling overcame my body. Like a child careless and restless in a war zone, shaking uncontrollably from the merciless December cold, I was helplessly looking for a familiar face to calm me down. Gone were those supportive friends who I deeply cherish, the family that has always blessed me and the lady luck that has stubbornly stuck around since my inception. Gone was that unholy attitude, strong personality and the untouchable feeling. All remained was a humble, confused and scared man.
What was wrong with me?
There were no broken bones as I was walking. There were no bleeding or injuries yet I couldn’t explain the strange warmth and the toxic energy that was running through my nerves. Could it be an instant reaction of my body to protect itself? As quickly as it could, my mind was registering the events dismissing various possibilities and preparing itself for the worst case scenario; when dozens of people who I had never met before rushed over to help. Pouring out in a manner I had never experienced before, we were showered with care, affection, warmth and a deep sense of comfort. It was then that I realized the phenomenon that was taking place. It was neither me nor the situation or the individuals. It was the collective energy surrounding all of us. The need for help regardless of where it was coming from and the need to help regardless of whom was being helped. This was a true reflection of humanity without borders, conditions or limits.
This genuine illustration of compassion for fellow man kind is without any doubt a reminder that most people are good and most are still believers in this soul searching saga of life. I am sorry I wouldn’t get a chance to offer my gratitude and thank them in person for bringing me back. But it is soothing to know that I am once again a believer, a maker and a humble Human Being.
Observing my twisted and destroyed car in slow motion, hearing people screaming in the back ground, watching the fountain of water jetting 50 feet in the air seem to take the back seat to the rush of being alive, lightness of knowing my wife was safely pulled out of the car and comfort of knowing my kids won’t become orphans.
