By Anandleen Kaur | OPINION | MALAYSIA |
As our car went out of control and started spinning, it was a surreal feeling. “Is this really happening?” I asked myself. I could see our car crashing into a grass-covered ditch on the shoulder of the north-south highway.
All around me were shattered glass from the windscreen and rambutan my dad bought in Kluang just before we entered the highway.
As the car landed in the ditch, I stretched sidewards to check on my six-year-old brother. I then turned to the back to check on my elder sister. My brother seemed fine but my sister was in pain.
As we alighted from the car my brother began crying, the accident must have sunk in. I too was shaken but I knew I had to help him calm down as my parents attended to my sister.
In this moment of chaos and distress, a passing car stops. A Malay gentlemen walks towards us to check if we needed help. Instinctively, he calls the highway patrol number to report the accident. He advised my parents to secure our valuables and anything important
Then looking at my distraught brother sitting on the grass in the scorching heat, he invited us to sit in his car. I sat there with my brother in my laps, trying to calm both our nerves. Outside, I could see my dad on his phone and my mum attending to my sister. Cars were passing us in full speed.
We later got to know the good samaritan was Encik Amirul, an engineer with a major construction company. “Everything will be fine. Don’t worry,” he told us. He then passed a small teddy to my brother. “Meet Bear Bear,” he introduced the teddy to my brother.
Amirul was on his way to pick up a family member and I think he was already late. Still, he waited patiently, allowing us to sit in his car as long as we wanted. He didn’t at all make it look like he had to rush off.
When he heard that my sister was injured, he picked up his phone once again, this time requesting for an ambulance.
Shortly later, he gets a call from someone inquiring where he was. “There was an accident on the highway and a family needs help,” he said.
My dad then approached the car and spoke to Amirul. He thanked Amirul for his help and patience. He was still willing to wait, allowing us to sit in the comfort of his car. He only left close to an hour later just as the ambulance arrived.
I didn’t thank him then. I would like to take this opportunity to personally thank him now for all his support and his supreme patience. Terima kasih, Encik Amirul.
P.S: The seat-belts kept us in place. People, do buckle up.
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