Witness

Tonight as i was on the way home from TC, i witnessed this:

At a really wide, major cross junction, within three seconds, a motorbike whizzed past and scraped hard the front of a turning car with a loud thud, sending the motorcyclist rolling on the ground.

(my hands cupped my ears in an instant response to what my eyes saw. i could not express how relieved i was that there were no other rapid moving traffic beside them, and that the motorcyclist could still kneel after the rolling to wave his arm angrily at the driver)

This wasn't what left an impact on my heart from the accident...

... It was the scene whereby the car driver stepped out of his vehicle immediately after the bang, and moved straight to the front of it to check if it was damaged.


These questions whizzed in my head:

Did he not care at all about the motorcyclist and his fall?
Was it that his own possession (a non-living thing) could be of much greater importance than a life, no matter whose fault was in the accident?

i couldn't understand. i think i would have run straight to the motorcyclist, my heart would have worried for his safety.

i could not understand, and i prayed.