I Thought It Was a Reckless Driver. It Was Something Much Worse
Two days ago, I was riding back home from town on my scooter. Right after kallai Bridge, I pulled over to the side of the road because I needed to call someone. I parked safely outside the white line, on the wide part of the road after the bridge, and sat there for a couple of minutes texting before calling them.
The moment I started the call, a car suddenly hit me from behind.
I got thrown off my scooter, my phone flew out of my hand, and the scooter fell onto the road. Parts of the scooter got badly scratched and broken on both sides, and my iPhone’s front and back glass shattered completely.
When I got up and turned around, I saw the driver unconscious inside the car. At first, I thought he had blacked out because of the impact. Later we found out he had actually suffered a cardiac arrest while driving and lost consciousness before hitting me.
People nearby quickly gathered and rushed him to PVS Hospital. I called my father, and some of my brothers and relatives came to the spot. They later took me to the hospital too. Thankfully, I wasn’t seriously injured — mostly pain and injuries on my knees from falling.
At PVS, all the staff and nurses were busy trying to save the driver because he was losing pulse. Honestly, it was chaotic and there didn’t seem to be enough staff for an emergency like that. Since my injuries were minor, I didn’t even get checked there. Later my cousins took me to Beach Hospital where they cleaned my wounds and checked me properly.
Meanwhile, the driver was shifted from PVS to MIMS Hospital by ambulance.
The entire time, my father never spoke about the damages to the scooter or my phone. He kept saying, “I’m just glad that man got another chance at life. That matters more right now.”
Some of the driver’s relatives exchanged numbers with my father, and the next day my father called only to ask about his condition. He never mentioned money, repairs, or police complaints.
I’ll be honest — I felt terrible. The scooter is in my father’s name, and he’s already dealing with loans and financial struggles. Seeing the damage made me feel extremely guilty. And my iPhone… I had waited years to buy it. I took care of it like it was something precious to me. Seeing it shattered honestly hurt more emotionally than physically.
Part of me wanted to ask for compensation for the repairs. But at the same time, it didn’t feel right.
Then later, my father told me the driver had passed away.
Apparently, his wife is also seriously ill, and he leaves behind two small children.
After hearing that, my father said he could never ask that family for money now, no matter what happened to our scooter or phone.
I don’t really know why I’m posting this. Maybe because the whole thing has been stuck in my head ever since. Life changed for multiple families in just a few seconds because of something nobody could control.
One moment I was just parked on the roadside making a phone call. The next moment, someone lost their life.
may his soul rest in peace