Wednesday, 11 January 2012

In Just One Moment...

A very dear, wise friend once said to me.. "Life is made up of moments..." Where's the wisdom in that? It's obvious, I hear you cry... But it seems that it isn't. Everyone is striving for the great landmarks in life. Such as, partner, family, career... but is that enough? And, what about the forgotten moments? However small,  don't they make up the tapestry, being the 'back - bone' to the greater events? Okay, so far this sounds like gobbley gook, (apologies for spelling) but take last night's walk home, for instance...
 I left work at the usual time of 8.30 pm, give or take a few moments. I stopped at the local Sainsburys for some butter and milk - before embarking upon my ascent up the hill... I remember thinking the air was cooler than it has been for some time, but right for January. As I approached the top of the hill, I noticed a man out walking his two very large dogs. As I got closer, I recognised them to be one of my favourite dogs... Japanese Akitas. Larger than a wolf, beautiful faces with thick fur and long, strong legs... I couldn't resist going over to acknowledge and stroke these fine animals. One of them, the female, was particularly affectionate, so, I spent more moments giving her cuddles and chatting with their master - as you do. (I had never met him before, but was overwhelmed by his dogs!) He didn't seem to mind though. Then, after more moments, I continued my walk towards home...
 I reached the crossroads and seeing that both traffic lights were red, I dashed across the road to avoid waiting for the cars.Suddenly, there was an almighty revving of a motorbike engine and I turned to my right, only to see a man being thrown off his bike! He flew in my direction, his bike went in the opposite direction and his helmet, in another...I stood on the curb and absolutely froze. I could not move a muscle, it felt very strange. There was a thick silence in the air as I watched the man crash to the ground and just become motionless. I needed to act before the shock set in and could hear my muffled voice shouting out for an ambulance and that my phone had no juice! Still, I was unable to move. Slowly, though, I came back to the moment and watched how wonderfully complete strangers became heroes...
 Within a moment, the first paramedic arrived on the scene and took complete control. He gave tasks to the gathering and curious crowd. Then, a police car just happened to pass by and stopped. Three armed policemen got out to investigate. Then, in the next moment, the actual ambulance arrived and two more paramedics were straight on to the scene. Then, two more policemen arrived to take statements and showed considerable concern and good advice.. Furthermore, the back - up paramedics arrived. There were three of them! The lady who lives in the big house on the corner, (a house which I have always admired) also arrived on the scene, offering tea to those waiting around in the cold....
 Well, I was suffering from shock but could not help but think about how the moments of my evening had connected... And, how my faith in humans was completely restored. Incredible. I believe this is a fine example of how life is made up of those small moments. Not forgotten, spontaneous. It may not be a landmark, but it certainly felt like living... Oh, and the biker was safely taken to hospital...

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