That Fateful Day: The Day We Almost Lost Kyle Again

Kyle at the Hospital during his confinement.

February 10, 2011

It was a wonderful day. Mommy and I were scheduled to meet up with my blogger friend Millette Sison at the Ayala MRT so that we could claim our gift pack from Eveready at the Nuffnang office in Bonifacio High Street.  We were at the MRT station at exactly 9AM. Before we left, we had written a note for Kyle to read once he returned home from school. He was busy rehearsing their dance steps for the next morning--his school's Foundation Day and Kyle's been really excited about it. "My teacher had positioned me infront during our dance formation. That means, you can take photos of me," Kyle said with excitement. 

As we head on to Bonfacio Global City, we accidentally hopped on a West bound bus instead of an East bound. So we ended up going back to Ayala after an hour or so. At that time, I was thinking why I had forgotten which bus to ride on when we had been to Bonifacio high a couple of times. I later learned that it was destiny's call saying that I should go back home. 

By past 4PM, we're on our way home. I received a phone call from someone whose number was not registered on my phone. Usually, I don't answer calls from people not in my phone book's list, but I did. Anyway, it was my Aunt Nelly on the other end of the line and I immediately knew it was her judging by the sound of her voice.  What made my heart stopped beating for a while was the news I heard on the other end of the line: "Where have you been? Kyle was hit by a car. We're here at the ER now. Please be here. Hurry!"

The badly injured left foot.

From the moment I heard such words, I didn't know what to expect. I immediately uttered a prayer for Kyle. I had regrets why I had to leave him to my Aunt that day. I thought it was some kind of a bad joke. But when we got into the ER, I saw it for myself. Lying on his bed was my wounded Kyle. All pale, with tears welling up his eyes--he was clearly in pain. And then I saw the open wound on his left foot--totally unskinned...(If you've come to this part and you're eating or something, stop reading the following text...I had decided to upload photos of what happened to Kyle on this blog just so those who had not had the chance to visit him at the hospital would know how he is and what really happened to him. )

The Jabawoockeez mask he used while crossing the street.

I later learned that Kyle had been a good boy that day, except that he was told to buy an ice pop (sort of an ice candy) across the street by my cousin. The bad part of it all, Kyle had been playing inside our room--he's wearing a mask while he attempted to cross the street when an Isuzu car hit him hard.

One of his deep wounds on his thigh.

Another wound on his elbow.

The open wound...

The message we left for Kyle upon going home from school.

Kyle jokingly wrote a letter for us before the said accident.

It was a good thing that tricycle drivers knew who he was and where he lives. They immediately brought him to the hospital and later informed my Aunt Nelly about Kyle. I personally thanked Jake Dizon who had to carry Kyle to the ER. My other cousin Inah Teoco, Mama Sofie who texted me about the incident, Tita Reyda who called after Ate Nelly and Ate Nelly herself who had to leave baby Francine behind just so she could attend to Kyle. 

I'd also want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who uttered a prayer or two for my beloved Kyle. To my Father's family--Madrid side, I thank you all for visiting Kyle at the hospital. To his teachers: Mrs. Ruste and Mrs. Yambao for consideration and support. And to my sister for finally being there for Kyle when he needed him.

Kyle never made it to his dance. He was even crying at the ER that he's not going to dance the next day. But God had given him another chance at life, and to me that's what matters the most.


To all those who texted and prayed for him, thank you so much. I swear never to leave him out of my sight again...God had a purpose for letting all these happen.