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Yesterday evening at around 530pm, I was in my bedroom doing some stuff, when there was this HUGE commotion.

It was so LOUD; I thought there was a major car accident involving a big truck or a heavy-duty lorry.


Curious Concerned, I peeped out of the window.

The boom of a tower crane had FALLEN OFF!



There was this morose cloud of dust following the powerful impact. It felt - and seemed - totally devastating! It was reminiscent of 911, in a way.

Help came pretty quickly. I counted 2 ambulances, 2 civil defence trucks, and a police car.

The civil defence people were all crowding around this particular spot. Trying to extricate some casualties, I guess.



By 8pm, it was in the news. Dad was watching the TeleText and Channel NewsAsia. 1 man dead. 3 others injured.





It was so... unbelievable. A man just died; and all these while, I've been watching from the window.








As I lie awake last night, thoughts about the deceased entered my mind.
Who is he?
How old is he?
Did he get squashed under the crane boom?
Does he has his own wife and children back home?
Did it hurt?
Did he suffer long?
Was it quick?
Did he know what was coming?
Did he have a happy day today?
What were his last seconds like?
Did he have the slightest inkling that the dawn this morning would be his last?












It made me feel so small; knowing that I know not what will happen even one minute from now. God is so big, and I am so insignificant; there's absolutely nothing about the past that I can change, and neither is there anything about the future which I have power over, and all that we are able to do is to live the present the best we could.




Wise is the man who numbers his days.