Leading a Solitary Recovery Life


The recent accident has been a blessing in disguise for me after all. Now I realise who are the real friends, and who are the fair weather ones. It has made me closer to God and I am thankful I survived such a crash. Maybe it's luck or maybe it's the constant prayers my parents have showered me for my protection.

I owe it to them a lot. Be it a case with the Traffic Police or not, i feel like I don't have any family at all. The rest are just busy with their own lives and families and no longer take note of one another anymore. Where has all my uncle-auntie sibling relationship gone to? This has posed a lot of questions on my mind recently.

Above it all, I would like to thank each and every one who took their time off to visit me and constantly wish for my speedy recovery. Trust me, I'll never forget all your care and good deeds shown for the past few weeks of my recovery.

Just an update on my life, the scars on my head have healed and i don't feel any more pain on my clavicle. Mom has put in a lot of effort into taking care of me all this while. Thank you, mom. I love you.

Now that all's done is done, life must start afresh. My mind is still messed up with a lot of things, perhaps my own quiet peaceful time alone will sort them out eventually. West Coast Park, here I come.

12:50 PM