Life is really short and unexpected. Yesterday (tues), i witnessed a brush with death.
It was during morning PT in school. I was doing my 2.4km on the 400m circular track when i saw a Year 2 girl lying prone on one of the exterior lanes. At first, i thought she was just exhausted, and proceeded to ignore her and continue my run. But then, as i was running past her, some PE teachers and medics started running over to her side and begin trying to clear her airway [by sticking their fingers into her throat].
The girl was like...just sprawled over the ground in a wierd position. My friends, who were running with me, started to ask each other, "Eh...what happened? It seems serious, man. Should we stop to help?"
But we somehow felt a natural tendency to simply ignore and brush off the sight of the girl as something "that will be ok after a while" and "it is best not to anyhow interfere". So me and my classmates continued running. Confusion seemed to reign as we were at a loss of whether it was right to ignore the situation [as there were already school medics there] or to try and help [although we knew we'd be of no help].
As we completed lap after lap, each time we passed by the girl, the teachers grew more anxious, and the girl remained still. Everyone started thinking, "Shit, this is a serious problem." The poor girl was motionless, with 5-6 PE teachers & school medics trying to resuscitate her. Upon completing our 2.4km run, we felt like compassionless brutes who had chosen the "bo chup" way by ignoring the situation and choosing to do our own thing [that is to finish our run].
Soon the ambulance arrived, with around 4 paramedics providing medical assistance. Every student who had ran past the girl in his/her run felt extremely guilty of not even approaching to offer help. It was all so surreal. The canteen [which faces the track] was simply exploding with curious students watching the paramedics cover a white sheet over the girl. They then performed CPR, before peeking underneath the sheet to check the girl's breathing. And with each check, they'd inevitably shake their heads and perform more CPR before checking again.
The girl never regained consciousness. Within minutes of futile resuscitation attempts, the girl was loaded onto the ambulance and rushed to the hospital. Everone was trying to think of how the heck we failed to respond to this simple stimulus of rendering help to someone in clear distress; guilty was the prime emotion.
We tried to kid ourselves that the girl would be alright, even though people had seen her ashen face and wide empty eyes. Friends started to be "emo" and wondered if she would still be alive.
And after battling for 7 hours, at 5pm that day, she passed away in the hospital.
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What really impacted me was that i failed to respond to God's call for me to gather with school friends to pray for the girl. As i was watching the paramedics go about trying to save her life, I felt the strong urge to gather with friends in prayer. But i really regret choosing to ignore God by hoping that my prayers would be redundant if the paramedics could revive her. I simply disregarded the power of God through prayer.
The kairos moment for me and christian friends to rise up in prayer then slipped away. And before i knew it, the girl had passed away. If only i had prayed for healing, then maybe things would have been different.
-Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn't do it, sins-
James 4:17
We must never quench the spirit, for we do not know how much God can use us to touch others...if only we would obey.
Clarence