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!!!

-Mani