I didn’t sleep well last night.
I was quite restless.
Couldn’t get something out of my mind as I laid in bed trying to get some rest.
Yesterday morning, some friends gathered here at the house to make an out of town trip. We had all been invited to Father Franco’s house in Buda to share a lunch with him. Going to Father Franco’s place is always a joy. It’s peaceful, quiet, beautiful scenery, good company, good food. It’s like a day of absolute pleasure.
Yesterday, though, tragedy struck on the way, and we witnessed it. Thankfully, all of us making the trip were safe, though. We had a large group making the trip, and we took two vehicles. I was driving the lead vehicle, because Feyma and I were the only ones in the group who knew where Father Franco’s place was, and the other vehicle was following us. At one point in the trip, we were headed down a rather steep hill. There was also a line of traffic coming up the hill, maybe 150 meters in ahead of us. It was on a good road, not some dirt road that was in need of repair.
As I watched the road ahead, suddenly there was a motorcycle coming up the hill, approaching us, and it went out of control. I couldn’t really see what caused the motorcycle to lose control, but suddenly it was flipping over doing cartwheels and coming toward us. The motorcycle and it’s passengers flipped over several times, and ended up on the shoulder at the other side of the road. Within only 1 to 2 seconds after the accident, we were there. I pulled to the side of the road to see if we could do anything to help, and check the condition of the riders. It turned out that there was a driver of the motorcycle, a man in his 30’s I would guess, and one passenger – the mother of the driver. The driver appeared to be unhurt, but the mother was seriously injured. She laid beside the highway, semi-conscience with blood pouring out from her ears, from her eye sockets, her nose and her mouth. She was obviously bleeding in her brain. When she breathed, there was a gurgling sound, I would guess she had blood in her lungs.
Feyma immediately grabbed her cellphone and called 911. Police were on the scene in less than 5 minutes, I would say. People started gathering at the scene. The lady had been wearing a helmet, but a very cheap one. There was no neck strap, and the helmet had simply fallen off her head while the bike was tumbling on the street.
After the police arrived, I gathered our group and told them all that we should be going. None of us were doctors or had any expertise that could be of assistance. There were a lot of people there, and with the police on scene, we had done all that we could do. Honestly, as foreigners, I worried that we might be blamed for the accident, and that is why I wanted to leave quickly. Although we had in no way caused the accident, we made easy targets for somebody to blame. We had “pockets full of money,” or so people would think, and I have heard so many incidents where accidents were blamed on foreigners if it was convenient. After we left, we all agreed that the most prudent thing for us to have done was to leave after we got assistance to the scene.
The thing that is still haunting me is that I feel pretty sure that the lady died. If she didn’t die, she was left in very serious condition. You don’t bleed out of all the cavities of your head without being critical, or at least that’s what I think.
When we got to Father’s place, we had him say a prayer for the lady.
Whatever the outcome for her, I hope that she is in peace.