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The Accident  

In aprevious story I told you just how much I love running. Well recently something happened that almost changed my mind and took away this love. I won’t beat about the bush I’ll just tell you what happened.  I tripped and fell. Ok it doesn’t sound serious but in fact I broke my nose and my little finger.

It all happened very quickly and all I can really remember is my face hitting the hard tarmac road. As soon as I regained my senses I stood up, it was then I noticed that my t-shirt was covered in blood. I looked to see if I could see where the blood was coming from but I couldn’t. So I lifted my hand to see if I could feel where the blood was coming from.  It was then that I noticed my finger was pointing out sideways. It might surprise you to know that at this point I wasn’t in any pain. Anyway back to the story. I quickly realised that I needed some help so I turned round to face the traffic to see if I could flag someone down.

The first car I tried to stop, actually, and to my total disgust and surprise, drove around me. Several other cars also drove by but eventually a very kind lady stopped and asked if she could help. She looked at my injuries and said you must go to the hospital and she took me even though I was dripping blood everywhere.

A doctor checked me out at the hospital and I was told that in the fall I had broken and dislocated my finger and that I had also broken my nose. They x-rayed my nose and I was given two injections in my finger to numb it so that the nurse could put my finger back into its joint. The nurse cleaned up all my cuts and bruises and then I was sent home. I had to wait 10 days for the swelling to go down on my nose and then I returned to the Hospital to see what was they was going to do next. They told me that I would need to have an operation to straighten my nose and a few days later I had the operation. After six days they took the plaster-of-paris off my nose and I was very pleased to see that my nose was straight again. I still need to have further treatment for my finger as it is still causing me some problems. But all in all the hospital looked after me very well.  

The reason I’m telling you this story is not because I’m feeling sorry for myself or that I’m after some sympathy, after all we all have accidents and mostly we get over them. In fact I’m telling you this story because I feel I need to tell someone how my accident has changed my outlook on life.

    

I simply can’t come to terms with so many people just driving by me when I was so obviously in need of help. I was brought up to always help people when they are in trouble and so have many of my friends. So what has happened? When did things change for the worse? Why is that people do not seem to worry about, or get involved, in anything these days? I was lucky this time as someone with a good and decent heart stopped. I can’t help wondering what will happen if I have an accident again. Will I meet a kind-hearted person or will they all stay at home that day?

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