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MY ANGEL

MY ANGEL

Written by a UK Police Constable.   March, 2014

I’ll start from the beginning… I was born without a father, as he did not want any parental responsibilities. He simply wasn’t there when I was born. However, I was born in one of the most beautiful cities in the word…. Barcelona! I went back to my mother’s native land of Colombia, as my mum was a single parent and needed the help of her family to help her. For my first two years my mum gave me to her oldest sister who could not have kids, while she sorted herself out… Since I never saw my mum I began to call my auntie mum. This was heartbreaking when my mum finally returned to get me back. Growing up then with my mum was hard, in a country where there is no welfare system. Mum didn’t get a penny of help and if she didn’t earn it we went without. In fact many a time mum could not even afford to feed herself but I always got a meal. They say education is the key in life and it was that that mum put her money in.  I went to a good private school, as the state ones are really non-existent.

It was in my childhood at the age of 5 I first met him, you know, my angel… It was a bright sunny day and we were to travel from Bogota to Barranquilla to go and see my granddad. As we didn’t have a car we took the bus, and the bus was very full. Due to my age and I think in some respect what was about to unfold I don’t have a flowing memory. It’s more like pictures, very vivid and horrible pictures.
We had been on this bus for hours, and we were now in fact in the middle of nowhere. For whatever reason the bus caught alight, the screaming and panic was unbelievable… A lot of people were to lose their lives that day. The first thing I remember was that the windows weren’t big enough to get an adult through, however, that didn’t stop my mum breaking it and throwing me clear of the burning bus. As I stood back as a small 5 year old with tears in my eyes I watched as people got out of the bus, hoping that the next person was going to be my mum…. I was screaming, crying and panicking…. Then I saw her; she was out! But she was in flames!!! Then as I shouted “please God, no” there he was… It was like a scene from a Batman film, he got out of his old Peugeot estate, with a red rag in his right hand and ran towards my mum. He rugby tackled her to the ground and using his red rag put the flames out. I stood in awe… amazed! Then he picked her up off the ground and looked at me. He didn’t say anything. I guess he didn’t have to…. He took my mum to the back of his car, and put me in… To this day I don’t know why he left everyone else, but he drove for about an hour and a half to the nearest hospital. On our arrival he again picked her up and carried her in, I walked along with them still sobbing as I could see how much pain my mum was in… The jeans and her legs in the back had become meshed together. The doctors acted quickly and took her off him. Just as they did so, mum turned to him and said “please look after him, he is all I have”. With that she was gone into theatre [surgery]. I don’t know how long she was in theatre for, but I spent all the time in the waiting room with this man…. my guardian angel. We didn’t speak, we just made paper aeroplanes out of the magazines. When the nurse came for me, he stayed; I went straight to the room and was overjoyed to see mum well. She was still a little drowsy from the drugs but she was well enough to ask me to get the man who had helped us…. I ran out to go and get him, but he was gone! I checked the toilets, and every place I could see. I went back to the room mum was in and I said he was gone. She could not believe this and asked the nurse were he was. The nurse replied “what man?”. Mum said “the one that came in with me and my son!!!” She said “You came in alone, there was no man. I was there when you came in”. How was this possible? Mum said she was mistaken. So the nurse went out and came back with two doctors who confirmed what she said. It was at this period of time that the injured parties from the bus crash were arriving, and mum said “I was in that bus crash; how do you think I got here???” Nurses and doctors put it to the fact it was a traumatic experience, and would not listen to the facts… I knew, and know, the truth.

Three years later my mum met my stepdad, and by the time I was 9 they got married. He was English and they moved to England in 1988, leaving me with my auntie for a year whilst they sorted a house and stuff out… A year later I joined them. It was like winning the lottery. Our money problems had stopped and I found myself in a secure and stable home. My stepfather was great; he taught me English, and brought me up as his own.

It was as I was due to go to grammar school when I saw “him” again. We had gone for a taster day and I had chosen to do swimming. Once the lesson was over the teacher went into the changing room with the rest of the class, telling me and my friend to put the cover on the pool. As we were pulling it over, it got stuck. Instead of walking all the way round the pool, I decided it would be easier to swim under the cover and come out of the other side. So I did, but as I did so I misjudged it. I came up too early, only to be stuck by the weight of the cover. I got disorientated, I panicked and I could not get up for air…. I was trying to look to find a way out, but couldn’t…. Then as I turned around, there he was! He pulled my right arm almost out of the socket and I got to the edge of the pool. As I gasped for air my friend was on the edge of the pool, asking if I was ok. I didn’t say anything, other than “I am, now”. He helped me up, and said “I was worried about you. I could just see your head bobbing on the sheet and then all of a sudden you were out… You must of pushed off with your legs really hard on the bottom of the pool!!” I just agreed.

Well, I did quite well at school, and onto my A levels. This was the point my parents were seconded to Miami due to work and so I was sent to a boarding school to complete my A levels. I didn’t really like it but I made the best of it. From there I went to University, and it was during that time that I figured what I wanted to do in life… I wanted to be a policeman. What better way to give back than to look after the vulnerable from life’s bullies. I was only 22 when I joined, keen as mustard…. Bullet proof.

In 2004, I was blessed with my new wife, the son I always wanted and my first true home…. My little girl arrived a year later and made my little family complete.

Then a year ago, I was responding to a 999 call about a road traffic collision. I had joined the Motorway unit in 2007; I was taught to be a police advanced driver. I was also a TPAC (tactical pursuit and containment) trained officer, top of my game.  I was on the minor roads making good progress. Then at the point I was doing 90mph in a 60mph zone going towards the RTC, in the distance I saw a man. At first I thought the location of the collision had been given wrong and I must be coming up to it, but it was dark. As I slowed, he was frantically waving at me, then there he was. How could I forget his face, but this time I wanted to talk to him; I have so many questions. I rolled my near side window down and between me seeing him through my windscreen and waiting to see him in my near side window, he was gone! I had a quick look to make sure, but he had disappeared. Duty calls, so back on the accelerator I went and as I started to negotiate the left hand bend, there was the biggest deer I had ever seen in the middle of the road! I beeped my horn, the deer looked at me and it walked off. I just smiled. I knew that had ‘he’ not been there I would have struck that deer with some force, and perhaps I would not be here to tell the tale.

I don’t know why, I guess I may never do. However if you read this… Thank you.

 

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