Archive for July, 2010

“Hopeless”

Posted: July 29, 2010 in medical, Photography
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I took this pic while the Boksburg Sub-station (Johannesburg East) was on fire. It took the fire dept. over 4 hours to get it under control. Seen here is a firefighter taking a breather…

I just felt like posting some of my favorite pics I have taken. I took this one whilst working in Welkom. It is of  a demo car fire that we were doing for a primary  school.

I entered this in the World Color Photography competition and did quite well.

I swear I didn’t drink tonight, daddy, I remembered what you said                                    You told me not to drink and drive, so I drank soda instead.

I feel real proud inside, daddy, the way you said I would,                                                           I feel responsible daddy, despite the others said I should.

they tried to get me to drink daddy, but I kept my head real cool,                                           I told them I need to drive home tonight, and I’m not a fool

And as I drove down the road, daddy, I forgot to do one thing                                              my seat belt is what I didn’t put on, tonight I wasn’t thinking

I didn’t see the other car, daddy, so fast down the road he was coming                                   he just came out in front of me, and sent me flipping and rolling

As I lay there on the pavement, daddy, I hear the medic say                                                    the other guy has been drinking and now I’m the one who will pay.

I should have worn my seatbelt daddy, then it wouldn’t be so bad,                                          and I didn’t even drink tonight, that makes it oh so sad.

There is blood all around me, daddy, and all of it is mine,                                                           I hear all the people saying that I’ll die in a short time.

The guy who hit me is walking, daddy, and I don’t think it’s fair,                                             I’m lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

The pain is excruciating daddy, I can hardly bear it,                                                                 and the ventilator is breathing for me, because my body cannot.

Its getting dark now daddy, i think its getting time,                                                                    I should have worn that seatbelt, and then all would be fine.

Tell my mom I love her, daddy, Tell gran to be brave, And when I go to heaven, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.

The pain in no longer there, daddy, I feel so surreal,                                                                   the machines have stopped breathing for me, I have now made a deal

With the angel that stands beside me, daddy, to take me to my new home,                               Goodbye my friends and family, these 24 years have flown.

This is a mistakenly adaption of a poem i must’ve read years ago, which had stuck in my head. As i wrote it, the words flowed in a lot easier than the previous one, which is probably why. I only realized after I had posted it.  shows you how some stuff can just stick into your head. I was writing about a young lady who did not see the end of  Friday night.

That special one.

Posted: July 20, 2010 in medical, poetry
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I wrote this poem today, remembering the one that survived… He was strapped in his car seat. If he hadn’t…

That special one

I look around the scene that night
through the flashing of the lights
This is a bad one, I say out aloud,
I wonder if anyone’s alive.
My student finds you in the car, amongst the twisted metal,
he scoops you up and runs to me, like his foot is on the peddle.
“I found this baby,” he says to me, “the accident crushed his head
I’m not so sure if he is still alive, but I do not think he is dead”.
I pick you up and look at you,
your face so sweet and pale,
Your dying eyes look at me, splitting my heart in two.
This is one we have to save, I say to everyone,
I can see, its clear to me,
that this is a special one.
And as I inserted the tube of life, praying under my breath,
your mom and dad looking on, begging for success.
The doctors said there is no hope, and as I stood and looked on
“3 months old”, I say to myself, “God help this little one”.
A selfish drunk crashed into you, while you were going home
She can see the anger in my eyes, when I tell her what she’s done.
Night and day I walked inside,
And sat beside your bed,
I prayed and watched over you,
“This is a special one”, I said
And then one day, your mom looked up, as I walked into the room,
With tears streaming from her eyes, “I hoped to see you soon”
“My boy will live” she cried out loud “look, he is awake”
I held your hand, and wept a tear, the team has crossed the lake.
Every day I think about
That terrible fateful night.
The day I met a small young boy,
Who fought with all his might.
The boy who inspired me to go on, to continue in this game
The miracle child that gave me hope, Keanu is his name.
And while I sit and ponder now,
What could and should be done,
I think about a fateful night,
I met that special one.
Carl de Montille
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Sometimes they die

Posted: July 14, 2010 in medical, Poem
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I’m already going to lose you,                                                                                                           I don’t even know your name .                                                                                                        In a world of flashing lights,                                                                                                           the sound of glass and steel breaking free,                                                                                     or those few minutes,                                                                                                                      you belonged only to me

It was I who cut your shirt away                                                                                                   To see your broken ribs                                                                                                            Watching you labour with each breath                                                                                        As you fought to live

It was I wholwiped the blood away                                                                                           When it pooled in your eyes                                                                                                            It was I who watched your heart beat                                                                                         As the jaws freed you from your car

And when we finally freed you                                                                                                            I was still there as we ran to the back of the ambulance

It was I who held your hand                                                                                                        The sounds of the sirens rang loudly in my ears                                                                            I looked for some small sign

Your lack of response renewed my fears

I breathed for you when you could not                                                                                            I compressed your chest when your heart wouldn’t beat

I prayed for you with each failure                                                                                                    I did not want to see defeat                                                                                                              I finally had to walk away                                                                                                      Knowing the battle had been lost

I saw your father in the hallway                                                                                                 One look and I saw the awful cost                                                                                                    I gathered my equipment together                                                                                            And I finally learned your name

Only 21, I said, beneath my breath

My friends, I feel so drained                                                                                                       Your blood alcohol came back zero                                                                                           The driver of the other car did not

He was alive and breathing                                                                                                            No witness to the battle we fought                                                                                                  I don’t know how to say good bye cause we never really said hello

But a piece of you is with me everywhere I go

Through the eyes of babes!!

Posted: July 3, 2010 in Family
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erin loves walking around with my old camera taking pics, so i decided to show a few of her snaps…

fairy in granny avril’s garden

(“Manny”-Disney channel’s Handy Manny-one of her favourite programs) WHACKY!

Fire is beautiful yet devastating!

Posted: July 1, 2010 in medical
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This weekend we had multiple fires, house fire and car fire.

car fire occured after crashing into the back of a truck that was broken down in the middle of the road.

Then we have the house fire, starting in the garage, completly gutting both cars and the garage. It spread to the house, luckily only causing structural damage to the out walls and roof, not inside the house.