I was in Bush Hill Park (Enfield, North London) for my appointment with my Osteopath. Afterwards, busy sorting some letters, and was crossing the street – opposite the pub `Bush Hill Park’ next to the station by the same name, around 4.45pm.
I’d crossed the road (one of those islands in the middle), and saw 2 ladies behind me, and a child – no more than 3 yrs old. The child ran in front… to cross the next part of the road, and I saw a car coming fast around the bend. Quickly put my hand forward, blocked child and pulled him/her back – as car sped past!! The ladies shouted at child, thanked me and grabbed his/ her hand. I walked on to the station, went up and down the bridge to other side, to the post office.
That’s when it hit me… as I was crossing the bridge over railway track to other side – I’d just saved a child from a hit-and-run. At the very least there would have been broken bones, and worse – death! I was suddenly choked, and overwhelmed by tears.
Exactly 22 years and 3 days ago , someone hit my father when he was crossing the road after work, maybe around 4.30pm- 5pm in London. It defined my rediscovery of spirituality, paganism, life & death. Today.. this.
I’ve always lived by my code – every life is worth saving. But I’ve been conflicted inside recently, as I’ve been trying to get rid of a mouse in my room for over a week. But this is a human life – one of 8 billion of the world – that I saved today. The enormity of it hits! I can’t explain that feeling in words!!!