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... How Precious Is Life...
Life is like a piece of Diamond? or Glass?
Diamond is the most solid rock in the world. It is precious and sometimes priceless.
Glass is fragile, it can chip with just a slight knock and it is very affordable.
Or is life the combination of both?
On the 14th of August 2010, last Saturday. I had an experience that I never thought I would ever come across or be there to see it till the end.
It was a quiet Saturday evening, as usual I stayed in and took a nap. My mom came home around 4pm, she woke me up by turning on the television in the room. Was rather annoyed, tired and warm. I thought taking a warm shower would be nice, as I walked into the bathroom I had another thought, an evening dip would be nicer (I wouldn't call it swimming cos I couldn't swim, dipping sound more appropriate for me). So I stepped out from the bathroom and asked my mom is she wants to go for a swim. I walked to the window to look down at the pool, I saw 2 people in the water at the side of the pool. From the looks of it I thought someone is learning how to swim. My mom replied saying she was having a headache, probably will swim later at night. I didn't want to swim at night so I decided to take a shower and see what are the plans for the night.
As I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, I heard a female voice shouting " someone help me", " someone help me"," someone help me". The voice was very loud and clear. The first thought that came into my mind was that either someone was playing a prank, or someone got locked out from their apartment. I opened the door and asked my mom if she heard it, she didn't hear it cos the television was on quite loudly. I turned the volume down and still heard the female shouting for help. Because it was so loud and clear I never taught that it was coming from the pool and also because I was looking at the pool a minute ago. Just to be safe I looked down at the pool again. The 2 people I saw in the pool earlier was on the floor next to the pool, a lady doing cpr and also shouting for help. She was alone with the victim. I alarm my mother that someone drown and I rushed to call 999, while my mother went down to help. I stayed in the apartment cos I was on the phone with the emergency line. After awhile some residents ran to help.
It was rather annoying at first because I need to repeat my address at least 5 times till they get it right. Then they put me through a hospital line, the person from the other line told me that the ambulance is on the way and needed me to stay on the line to provide information (was using the house phone). They needed to know if the victim is a female or a male and how old is he or she. I could not tell from the 8th floor and the victim was also surrounded by people helping to do cpr and checking his pulse and etc.(house phone cut off and the emergency hotline called my mobile. I gave them my mobile number cos I could not remember the house phone) I had to run down the stairs because I was afraid that the line would cut if I took the lift. When I arrived by the pool side, then only I learned that the victim was a 15 years old boy. ( He was rather big for a 15 years old, he looked like he was 20)
When I was at the pool side seeing the boy lying there unconscious while his parents were there trying their very best to revive their son. Grandmother at the side crying out the boy's name 'Kit Chai'. My mother told me he's nails are already blue. Yet his father did not give up, he hit the boy's chest and said 'Kit Chai, come back to papa', ' Stay with me', 'Give me your heart', ' Where is the ambulance? His face is turning blue'. I felt so helpless and my body went numb and week. I could barely stand and watch.
The boy was finally sent to the hospital probably 20 minutes later. He was taken away by 2 police officers because the ambulance had not arrive. Apparently ambulance arrived outside our condominium entrance while the police truck was heading out, so they transferred the boy into the ambulance. My mom had talked to the grandmother and comforted her. She told my mom that the family just got back from Holand to visit the grandfather cos he was undergoing a surgery and he is the only child.
It has been 3 days now, the image of the incident is still lingering in my head from the start where they were in the pool to the point when they carried the boy away ( the pass right infront of me). During that very night, I could not sleep and I was so week to could not even eat. The thought off me being one of the first few people who saw them in the pool and heard the mother shouting for help is really uneasy.
According to the guard and the management of the condo, the boy did not survive and he was not a resident here. Condolence to his family.
Diamond is the most solid rock in the world. It is precious and sometimes priceless.
Glass is fragile, it can chip with just a slight knock and it is very affordable.
Or is life the combination of both?
On the 14th of August 2010, last Saturday. I had an experience that I never thought I would ever come across or be there to see it till the end.
It was a quiet Saturday evening, as usual I stayed in and took a nap. My mom came home around 4pm, she woke me up by turning on the television in the room. Was rather annoyed, tired and warm. I thought taking a warm shower would be nice, as I walked into the bathroom I had another thought, an evening dip would be nicer (I wouldn't call it swimming cos I couldn't swim, dipping sound more appropriate for me). So I stepped out from the bathroom and asked my mom is she wants to go for a swim. I walked to the window to look down at the pool, I saw 2 people in the water at the side of the pool. From the looks of it I thought someone is learning how to swim. My mom replied saying she was having a headache, probably will swim later at night. I didn't want to swim at night so I decided to take a shower and see what are the plans for the night.
As I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, I heard a female voice shouting " someone help me", " someone help me"," someone help me". The voice was very loud and clear. The first thought that came into my mind was that either someone was playing a prank, or someone got locked out from their apartment. I opened the door and asked my mom if she heard it, she didn't hear it cos the television was on quite loudly. I turned the volume down and still heard the female shouting for help. Because it was so loud and clear I never taught that it was coming from the pool and also because I was looking at the pool a minute ago. Just to be safe I looked down at the pool again. The 2 people I saw in the pool earlier was on the floor next to the pool, a lady doing cpr and also shouting for help. She was alone with the victim. I alarm my mother that someone drown and I rushed to call 999, while my mother went down to help. I stayed in the apartment cos I was on the phone with the emergency line. After awhile some residents ran to help.
It was rather annoying at first because I need to repeat my address at least 5 times till they get it right. Then they put me through a hospital line, the person from the other line told me that the ambulance is on the way and needed me to stay on the line to provide information (was using the house phone). They needed to know if the victim is a female or a male and how old is he or she. I could not tell from the 8th floor and the victim was also surrounded by people helping to do cpr and checking his pulse and etc.(house phone cut off and the emergency hotline called my mobile. I gave them my mobile number cos I could not remember the house phone) I had to run down the stairs because I was afraid that the line would cut if I took the lift. When I arrived by the pool side, then only I learned that the victim was a 15 years old boy. ( He was rather big for a 15 years old, he looked like he was 20)
When I was at the pool side seeing the boy lying there unconscious while his parents were there trying their very best to revive their son. Grandmother at the side crying out the boy's name 'Kit Chai'. My mother told me he's nails are already blue. Yet his father did not give up, he hit the boy's chest and said 'Kit Chai, come back to papa', ' Stay with me', 'Give me your heart', ' Where is the ambulance? His face is turning blue'. I felt so helpless and my body went numb and week. I could barely stand and watch.
The boy was finally sent to the hospital probably 20 minutes later. He was taken away by 2 police officers because the ambulance had not arrive. Apparently ambulance arrived outside our condominium entrance while the police truck was heading out, so they transferred the boy into the ambulance. My mom had talked to the grandmother and comforted her. She told my mom that the family just got back from Holand to visit the grandfather cos he was undergoing a surgery and he is the only child.
It has been 3 days now, the image of the incident is still lingering in my head from the start where they were in the pool to the point when they carried the boy away ( the pass right infront of me). During that very night, I could not sleep and I was so week to could not even eat. The thought off me being one of the first few people who saw them in the pool and heard the mother shouting for help is really uneasy.
According to the guard and the management of the condo, the boy did not survive and he was not a resident here. Condolence to his family.
...My 2nd...
My 2nd Blog. Had to create a portfolio website/blog.
So, here it is.
Tho there's nothing much in it.
Do drop by when you are free.
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