One morning, I saw a ghastly accident on my way to school. Suddenly, I heard a crash. Turning to look, I saw a horrible sight. A scooter and a car had apparently collided with each other. All I could make out before the crowd of passers-by rushed towards them was a pool of blood, shattered glasses and a man lying on the road.
It seemed to me that there was far too much noise and nobody seemed to be doing anything to help the accident victims. However, some intelligent, alert persons must have rung up the hospital, for soon an ambulance came, followed by the police who cleared away the crowd. I watched it from a safe distance. I saw the badly wounded man, who had been riding the scooter, being lifted on to a stretcher and put into the ambulance. The occupants of the car were also suffering from cuts and bruises and appeared to be in a state of shock. They too entered the ambulance which then left, with its red light flashing and siren blaring.
The police cordoned off the area and dispersed the people, who went about their work shaking their heads and discussing the accident, some cursing the car owners in general and some insisting that it was the scooterist's fault. Not wanting to be caught loitering, I ran the rest of the way to school, all the time wondering why we do not pay a little attention to simple traffic and road safety rules.
