Glad to be here

Hobart column

9th November 2006

“Glad to be here”

Here is a story about when i was young and

definetly the most tragic day of my life.
When i was about 11 or 12, my dad, Carmen,

Tony, Lucas and me lived at this House in

Kingston and it was pretty much a mansion i

remember it was the biggest house i had ever

seen and lived in back then. It was like “The Perfect dark Institution”.
The place was in the bush i remember

getting on my bike and making tracks all

through the back yard, those were the days...

But what im about to get to is one of the most

upsetting times of my life even to think about.

It was always hard for me to write this i was

going to write it a long time ago but just couldnt.
I remember it like it was yesturday, One time

when i was there and everyone was asleep i

had made myself a little accident and wet the

bed, so i wasnt going to lay there so i got up and

it was about 5 in the morning.
We had just moved in and i didnt no where

anything was, so a came down the stairs and

walked down this huge corridor kinda like a

hallway but 10 times as big. I walked down and

seen this huge cupboard that had already been

there before we had moved in. When we came

to look at the house long time before the guy

that owned it told us that it was a bit dodgy and

he was going to get it moved, and i was there when

this was said too!
I had unfortunetly forgot about that, and walked

down the corridor and seen the huge cupboard and

opened it quickly and seen it was empty and closed

it, as i closed it i turned around to walk through the

kitchen (and this is the part i slightly dont remember)

and the next thing you no i was knocked out for a few seconds.

The massive cupboard had fell straight ontop of

my head, i guess im lucky that it never crushed

my skull. All i remember is screaming out to dad

as loud as my little lungs could handle.It took a

little while for him to come, whilst i had this massive

cupboard on top of me i could not move not even my hand.
Dad came rushing and lifted up the cupboard and i

remember seeing him and he was straining to lift

it and Tony and the rest came rushing to see, Dad

yelled at Tony to help him lift it and then they got

it off me but not quite just enough for me to crawl out,

and Dad said “Adam Get out!” my reply was “Dad!!!! i cant! I cant move”

all that kept going through my mind was i

was paralized! and was for that few minutes.

So i new that this was it and i had to get out so i

used my whole energy and force and crawled out

and layed there. Dad finally let go of the stupid

cupboard and held me and tried to pick me up,

i just couldnt do it. I was crying my eyes out i just

kept thinking that ill never be able to walk again.

The pain was killing me and i just wanted to be in

bed and hoping it was a dream, this was no dream.
Dad was trying to do some excersises with me just

minutes later trying to walk atleast 2 metres, and i

just did it falling into his arms on the very last step.
Ill never no why he never took me straight to the hospital.
He took me to the his bathroom and undressed

me and layed me in the bath and bathed me.

By this time i could move my neck and move limbs.
He got me out and layed me in his bed, i remember

laying in his bed for about 2 days straight. I memory

that will always stay with me is while i was in bed i remember watching Mars Attacks!
The accident made me suffer for atleast 2 months.

When i could finally ride my bike again i new i was ok.

We moved out of that house about a week later.
That was the most painfullest day of my life,

and im glad it hasnt effected me now.

Im 100% fine today and its been about 6 years later,
Ill never forget the day my life could have been

changed forever and im glad im still here.
I believe that people should live their lives to the

fullest and do everything you think your going to do tomorrow.

No one is promised till tomorrow, and if i could

change what happened i would because the pain thinking about what happened is enough.