Very recently, while driving to the office, I happened to witness an accident that left me wondering what life was all about. We are so involved in our everyday problems and little victories, which become so insignificant at such moments. Truck had hit a motorcyclist and as people were pulling him out from under the bus I did a U-turn rather than drive past the scene of the incident, not having the heart to see more. as I drove, I was thinking…. Did he have a wife and children, how would his mother take the news, and if by chance - there is always that flicker of hope - he did survive, would he be able to live a normal life? Who was at fault? The Truck driver or the motorcyclist? A few days have gone by and the shock is wearing off, but I am wary of driving past a motorcyclist and silently Pray for his Safe ride. My confidence in driving has diminished somewhat. It makes one wonder why we do become so impatient on the road and so disrespectful of the rules, and why our policemen look the other way when traffic rules are being violated. I grieve for the victim, but his family more, for they have to cope with the tragedy.
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