ALSphere Foundation
“An accident rearranges your world, but in the debris lies a path to a stronger, wiser you.”
He hugged me tightly as I prepared to embark on my new journey—married life. Tears welled in my eyes as I bid goodbye to my family, my lifelong partner in crime. Leaving a home filled with laughter and cheer was bittersweet, but I carried its happy memories with me.
Just two days into marriage, I was summoned back to my parental home for an “important task.” Bewildered, I wondered what could be so urgent. My husband accompanied me on the two-hour journey but remained silent, his reserved nature making me reluctant to probe. As we arrived, something felt off. My paternal grandmother greeted us instead of my parents. She had only come for the wedding and was meant to have returned home. Her wan smile deepened my unease.
I asked about my parents, and her reply shattered me—they were at the hospital with my brother, who had met with a severe accident while returning from college. He had been so vibrant just days ago, pouring all his energy into making my wedding special. Tears streamed down my face as reality hit me. My husband’s solemn demeanor during the journey now made sense; he had known but was instructed to wait until I was home to break the news gently.
At the hospital, my parents looked like shadows of their former selves, worry etched into their faces. My brother had been in a bus that collided head-on with a truck. While many passengers escaped with minor injuries, my brother was gravely hurt, trapped in the wreckage. Two unscathed friends had pulled him out and called my father, who rushed to the scene and moved him to the nearest hospital. His injuries were critical—severe blood loss, damaged liver, and kidneys.
He underwent emergency surgery to repair his internal injuries. Blood donors, friends, and family rallied around, offering support. He hovered between life and death, battling pain and a high fever. Seeing him in the ICU, frail and hooked to monitors, was heart-wrenching. Morphine helped manage his pain, but his recovery seemed uncertain.
Weeks passed in a blur of prayers and tears. After three agonizing weeks in the ICU, he emerged alive. A second surgery repaired his badly injured arm with a rod for support. Finally, he was shifted to a private room—a survivor of unimaginable trauma. It felt like his Rebirth, and our family breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“Your journey of healing is a testament to your resilience. From the ashes, you rise, and the world will see the light of your strength”.
