tick tock towards the termination of time
i once had a near death experience.
an overloaded ten-wheeler dump truck with faulty brakes was freewheeling uncontrollably downhill. it crashed into a comparably dainty sedan at the bottom of the inclined road. in the passenger seat, a high school brat smashed his face onto the ceiling of the car. yes, you read that right - the impact was so intense that a seated passenger's face smashed onto the ceiling of the car.
and that's the story why i have an ugly nose.
with a car that was basically squished to half its size, i was rushed to the nearest medical facility, crimson masked and all. i vividly remember first time telling my high school sweetheart that i loved her. that's all the memory that mattered. and then came the medical procedures. my parents were real professionals and got to me soon as they could clock out of work. i didn't need to be confined in the hospital. i'm passably functional right then and there. but that changed the way i lived my life from then on.
i'm not sure whether it was merely brain damage, but i started dreading the fact that an average filipino male lives up only until 60 years old, and i was in my mid-teens back then. the fear was crippling. i'd have emotional breakdowns of how i only have 50 years to live left. so yeah, it's probably brain damage.
nevertheless, it urged me to make the most of every single day, to do my best to make every opportunity count, and to approach life with an unrelenting tenacity to make an impact stronger than any overloaded ten-wheeler dump truck could ever do.
because no matter how much we prepare, it's never in our hands when life comes crashing down.
an overloaded ten-wheeler dump truck with faulty brakes was freewheeling uncontrollably downhill. it crashed into a comparably dainty sedan at the bottom of the inclined road. in the passenger seat, a high school brat smashed his face onto the ceiling of the car. yes, you read that right - the impact was so intense that a seated passenger's face smashed onto the ceiling of the car.
and that's the story why i have an ugly nose.
with a car that was basically squished to half its size, i was rushed to the nearest medical facility, crimson masked and all. i vividly remember first time telling my high school sweetheart that i loved her. that's all the memory that mattered. and then came the medical procedures. my parents were real professionals and got to me soon as they could clock out of work. i didn't need to be confined in the hospital. i'm passably functional right then and there. but that changed the way i lived my life from then on.
i'm not sure whether it was merely brain damage, but i started dreading the fact that an average filipino male lives up only until 60 years old, and i was in my mid-teens back then. the fear was crippling. i'd have emotional breakdowns of how i only have 50 years to live left. so yeah, it's probably brain damage.
nevertheless, it urged me to make the most of every single day, to do my best to make every opportunity count, and to approach life with an unrelenting tenacity to make an impact stronger than any overloaded ten-wheeler dump truck could ever do.
because no matter how much we prepare, it's never in our hands when life comes crashing down.
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