It was a Sunday morning. A holiday for all and us all were free on that day. We all already have decided for a family picnic. So we all were going to visit the mesmerizing place "Blarney Castle". We were living in Dublin. It takes 3-4 hours to visit the cork so we planned to go there by our car. We were passing by N8 motorway. Suddenly, a truck coming from behind at a speed of 100km/hr hits on us. After that, I was unconscious for two hours. After two hours, I regained my consciousness. After that, what I show was, the most shocking thing, of my life. I show my daughter, wife and mother was crying badly. As what was happening I did not know? Why did they all were crying? I went to them and asked them what the reason of their crying was. They were not telling anything. After sometime, when I fully remembered the whole incident happened to us I ask them about my son. They all were crying and no one was telling anything to me. I search here and there I also won't find any sign of my son. After fifteen minutes my eyes saw a bush. An unknown hand was out of the bush I went to it. And, there I saw so my son who was totally unconscious with bloods everywhere. I tried to wake him up, but it was futile. I shouted for help, but no one was there for any kind of help. As you that N8 motorway is all lonely way, I would not found any doctor there. My family and I was totally helpless at that time we all were crying. We all were watching my son dying in front of us. But it was acceptable by me that my son die. I was his father I promised my family and him that I will do everything to make their life safe and it was my duty. I checked the nerves of my son it was running slowly. Then, I tried to give FIRST AID to him. First I gave him mouth to mouth respiration. But it was of no use. After that, I pressed his chest and gave him mouth to mouth both. All was going to waste. We all were hopeless. After 15 minute of repeatedly doing this work I shouted, cried and hit on my son's chest and said that you are my son you cannot live me, I will not let you go. It was my last attempt, but it became all for me. My daughter shows her brother moving his hand. She came to me and said father, he is moving his hand. At that all become happy. We all took him into the car. I flew the car to the nearest hospital which was about 15kms away from there. We took him to the doctor. My son was operated without wasting any time. We all had our eye on the red bulb of the operation theater. After some time the bulb gets switched off.
And a doctor came to us and said that my son is out of danger now. It was the happiest part of my life. I went to my son. He thanked me for saving his life.
Thanks to the FIRST AID Training I did one year ago.