The day we were born, we began to face death

" The day we were born, we began to face death" . This is a line I pick up from a preview of a book written by a medical doctor giving  accounts of his his encounters with the terminal patients. It sums up how one should face death  and be positive as long as we are still alive.

Besides the the death threatening experiences in hospital I mentioned in my earlier post, I actually had a few more experiences of brushing with death in my early days. In 1970 Jin Tang, Tjin Hong, the late Gim Tian and I (we were all classmates) came to KL to start our university life in Malaya University. Four of us were crammed in one tiny room in Len Seng Garden. One night we decided to explore the area looking for room to let. As we were riding our motor cycles we were looking out for houses with sign board of " room to let". We came to the end of the tar road and in front of us was a path. As it was dark with no street light , I could not remember was there moonlight, we could not see what was in front of us. Some how we decided to explore  where this path would lead us to. It was pitch dark and we just rode along the path and turning our head left and right trying to figure out what was around us. After some time we still did not get to any housing area and I decided to stop to discuss with my classmate at the back whether to explore further. As I stopped and looked in front of me,  sensation of chill running down my spine. Just about two meter away, I saw through the light from the head lamp of my motrocycle, there was one big disuesd mining pond lying ahead of me. At that spur of moment if I did not instinctively stopped my motorcycle, we would definitely ride right into this deep mining pool and become loss persons for few days to be found later floating in the pond.

In 1971, I was sharing a room with my classmate Say Keong in Section 17 Petaling Jaya. One afternoon as we were studying in our room the weather suddenly turned bad with thuder and lightning . We were sitting facing each other and Say Keong was sitting near the window with his back facing it. Suddenly one lightning struck through our window, piercing passed Say Keong's left ear and the spark just stopped short right in front of me. We just missed being electrocuted! How lucky we were.

In 1972 a few days before our term break ended Say Keong and I came back from our hometown Penang in a 700 cc car. This was the first experience for Say Keong to drive on the trunk road. Those days  the trunk road from Penang to KL was a narrow two lane road with no emergence lane and the road shoulders on either side of the trunk road were poorly maintained. One needed to know the road manners to travel safely in the trunk road. Unless the vehicle in front made a left turning signal or its driver waving his hand to signal you to overtake, it would normally be  unwise to overtake. After about one hour on the trunk road, we caught up with a lorry. Before the lorry gave any sign to allow us to overtake him, Say Keong became impatient and swerved out his car trying to overtake the lorry. As we started to overtake the lorry suddenly an oncoming car appeared. Say Keong frantically pressed on the accelerator but the lorry driver did not seem to slow down for us. Say keong had to do something to avoid head on collision. In panic he swerved his car towards the road shoulder of the opposite lane. Before he could stopped his car on the road shoulder an electric post appeared in front of us. Somehow the car stopped just in time and the electric post was just inches in front of our car. That was another lucky escape from death.

With all these near death experiences and some may call them miracles, I knew we could not worry about or fear death. Death would not only definitely happened to everyone of us but would also happen anytime that it chose to. I am convinced since young that we had no control over death and I should be positive to live on every second that I am still alive lest I would waste my time worrying about it and causing unnecessary stress to our loved ones and friends around us. Last year I conveyed a message to share this attitude towards death with a former colleague whom, I was told through an other colleague, was in distress because of the life threatening  illness. I was not sure whether the message helped him or not but I was told recently he was back to his normal jovial self.

With all these experiences I could not explain why I am still not attached to a religion until today. But like I wrote in the earlier post I do believe there is  GOD and HE is  in my heart. May be Liew is right that I am confused and lost or may be as  Cheng said I am still searching.