My experience

student240631 — 2025-09-16 14:20:48 UTC

Okay so this experience is from the personal self section of my identity Venn diagram. One day my mother was taking me home from school (or was it? Maybe I was going to an evening extra class, I can’t recall the exact details of that) and a little before I arrived at the destination, she pointed out that there was an accident nearby. I looked around and saw a delivery driver who had crashed into something, but it wasn’t quite clear to me even at that time because it was raining outside. He was bleeding profusely, both hands drenched in blood, and the scene was so gruesome that I quickly turned away. “Poor guy” my mom said in a concerned tone, “being a delivery guy is already hard enough, though woe still befalls such people”. That terrifying scene stuck with me for days, I couldn’t get rid of it in my mind, and each recall brings back more morbid details. The amount of blood he lost was about enough for someone to pass out, and the look on his face was of pure shock and horror, staring at his crimson hands. I could only hope for the best. Looking back at it now, the trauma that I witnessed gave me a valuable lesson: cherish your life, for it could be your fateful day. That message was a foundation for many of my personality traits today, and I was a little lucky (mostly not, cause that scene was a bit much) to have witnessed potentially an example of how fleeting life could be, vanishing in mere moments.

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My experience