It was late evening. The air was cold, and the roads were empty. The ticking clock seemed to be going against the beat of my heart. I was holding the phone, the words “Call: 112 Emergency” still shaking on the screen. My mother had fainted to the ground two minutes earlier.
I figured that all I could do until the ambulance arrived was to warm her up. My eyes fell on the clock. It could have been five minutes, or maybe more… I was racing against the seconds, hoping a miracle would happen at that moment. A siren sound drifted from a distance. It was the most relieving sound I had ever heard in my entire life. My eyes filled with tears, and my throat tightened. The door opened, and two doctors rushed in. “Don’t worry, we’re here,” one of them said. They started intervening immediately. My focus was on my mother’s face—it was pale, but she was still there.
That night, the miracle happened. When my mother was hospitalized, she was saved because she was being treated in time. In that moment, I understood: Sometimes a miracle is as near as a siren. And sometimes, seconds can save lives.