If there is another word for terrified horrified scared, that moment when you feel like disappearing, it's more like a run for your dear life situation, where you see someone who can't even jump fleeing with immediate effect.
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I was once in a situation like that, it thought me that there is a very thin line between life and death. It was such a shocking experience.
The moment when it seems like your life flashed before you, and then you get to appreciate being alive the more.
Funny enough, this happened a few years back after the death of someone so dear to me, in blessed memory of my late younger sister, Avode Alextina.
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I'm glad I got a chance to write about her here, she was my best friend, we talked about everything, I can even say I wasn't so close to my elder siblings while she was alive, because she was so attentive to details, such a loving soul, she could give her last card for me to be happy. If I have a chance to bring one Person to life, it will definitely be her.
Back to my, story at the time when I lost my younger sister, she happened to be the only female younger sister I had, so I always dreamt of her been my best lady on my wedding day, but unfortunately, she is no more so I hope God feels that space for me.
It was so bad that I didn't even realize I was getting depressed at the time, all I did was go to work, come back home and straight to my room, my family was not comfortable with it, they kept saying I was withdrawn from everyone but i insisted that was my nature. Most times all I did in my room was check
her pictures until I cried myself to sleep and then I wake up again crying 馃槶.
I was just angry at everyone at work, tend to forget a lot of things and any scolding from my boss resulted into tears, I really felt like a part of me was missing, maybe because I was not around when she died, I was called for the information, so I never got a chance to say goodbye. Practically the saddest moments of my life.
So it happened that one day, I was on my way back home from work, because of those thoughts on my mind, I didn't even realize I had left my bus stop, and I was heading towards another direction, and of course I wasn't conscious of my environment.
Suddenly, gbooooooaaa, I heard a loud noise and it hit me so had, I looked and saw a bike man parked by my side, my bag was already at the other side of the road, it was bad enough that it was T-junction, all the vehicles had to park while the driver tried to help me up, then I realized that if it was a busy day, God knows what would have happened. Everyone was saying sorry, the bike man wanted to take me to the hospital.
But I said no, I thought about how my parents would have survived if anything happened to me again at such a time, I thought about life after death, and I imagined if my late sis will be happy if I got to the afterlife at that time. Only then did I realized I had left my bus stop and I started trekking back.
I couldn't tell this story at home because I can only imagine, I'm just glad I didn't sustain injuries, I had to nurse my bruises alone, I ended up seeing a counselor to pour out my mind and it took me a while but I'm glad I'm healed now. And I'm grateful 馃檹 for life and all.
In a nut shell we all will die, all we need to do is live a life worthy of thanks giving, and appreciate every moment, also don't forget to make yourself happy when you can. Thanks for reading.
This is my response to hive learners on this week's topic: wk80ep2.
