110pg of My 400pg Autobiography

If I was to write an autobiography, the 110pg of my 400pg autobiography is definitely going to be the time when I went through the toughest time of my life. The harshest time of my 18 years life, the time I fell in below the surface, and the time where I questioned myself “what is the true meaning of life.” At this significant time of my life, I wasn’t alive or dead. It was the time when I was in comma.

It was actually a really weird experience. Have you ever thought about waking up in a hospital not knowing what happened? Not knowing how long it passed, what date it is, and where you are. I was 15 years old; I was just a freshman in high school. In my freshman year, it is obvious now that I wasn’t thinking clear enough because I bought a motorcycle with my allowance. In Korea, motorcycle was a huge trend for high school students because of the fact that girls found you more attractive with a motorcycle. Obviously I wanted be a part of the boys who own a motorcycle. Not too long after I got use to riding motorcycle, I got into a car crash. It was clearly not my fault because the car was going too fast and ignored the signal.

If you look at the Korean typical drama, the drama shows how people who get into an accident in slow motion. This was the exactly same thing that happened to me that night. After I got into a crash, sadly, I don’t remember a single thing afterward. When I woke up, it felt like I was out for few minutes or maybe second. However, I realized that something was wrong with my body because I couldn’t move my fingers.

I didn’t speak for while after I woke up not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. My dad came in shortly and he bursts into a cry. I didn’t know what to do well, I couldn’t do anything. Few minutes later, I spoke to him. “What happened?” My dad explained to me about my accident, and I slowly remembered the night. However, I was amazed to hear his next word. “Son, you have been sleeping for months.” To me, it felt like few minutes, but in the real life time, it was more than a month. I missed school, I missed my girlfriend’s birthday, and possibly 8 episodes of the drama LOST. My precious time was missing. I couldn’t dare look at motorcycle nor tried to ride a motorcycle again.