This Week’s Challenge:
Using prose or poetry, write something (fiction, nonfiction, or essay) about someone helping another person to do that person’s job. This can be about you helping someone or another person helping you. The kicker is that the helper should not be expecting to be recognized for his/her help
I recall this incident which occurred a decade ago and restored my faith in the belief that, “If God decides to preserve the life of someone, there is no power that can take it away”. My cousin brother, a very good nature photographer, decided to go to a remote jungle to take some exotic photographs of wild life. He and his friend drove in his jeep up a narrow, winding hilly road to reach the place, which was about 130 miles away.
On the way, he met with an accident, as his jeep collided head-on with a van coming from the opposite direction. He lost control of his jeep as it tumbled down the steep hillside into the ravine below. Fortunately, some men in a nearby village who saw the accident, rescued them from the damaged jeep and took them to the nearest hospital. They were both unconscious and suffered heavy loss of blood.
The doctor on duty found their condition to be precarious and could not save the life of my brother’s friend. My brother remained unconscious due to head injuries and heavy loss of blood. He had to be given blood and operated immediately. But, he faced a very serious problem, as his blood group was the rare Rh negative type, which was not available in the blood banks nearby. With the help of the police, he contacted my friend’s parents who reached the hospital shortly and also made frantic efforts in search of the required blood. As the precious minutes ticked away, his chances of survival became lesser. The blood of the required group was still not obtained and everyone had almost given up all hopes.
Suddenly, a stranger approached the doctor on duty and said his blood group was of the required type. He was immediately rushed to the laboratory and after completion of the necessary formalities, the required amount of blood was obtained. The operation was performed successfully and the patient was soon out of danger. In the tense situation before the operation, nobody had the presence of mind to get a detailed identity of the good Samaritan. The stranger disappeared from the hospital as soon as his blood extraction process was over and was never seen. The local staff had also not seen him before that day.
My brother was discharged from the hospital after ten days and was recovered almost fully. He made efforts to trace his benefactor through an advertisement in the local newspapers, but he did not receive any response. It seemed as though he was sent by some divine force only to save my brother.