I'm in an ambulance. Everything is okay.
I'm going to come to Pakistan on a motorcycle very soon.
Thankfully I wasn't fast, I'm alive.
I've asked for water so many times. They say I can't drink water.
I don't know why
I love you Pakistan
This was when the paramedics were telling me my left leg is broken from three different places.
I have a few broken ribs and that my spinal chord is injured
And that I might not be able to get back on the bike.
All this time all I had in my mind was my agenda that I set out for
And there was no doubt in my mind that I'll get back on the bike and finish what I started.
Later that day I was taken to the hospital, and the first three, four days were pretty horrible
Walking was out of the equation, I could barely move my arms.
I could barely swallow water, it was just horrible.
By the fourth day, it started to get better.
I got off the bed for the first time myself after the accident and I started to explore the room.
And that is when out of the blue
a man I've never seen before walked in, yelling, 'Pakistan Pakistan!'
I was confused so I asked him what was going on.
And he said he read in a local newspaper about a biker that had crashed in his city
And that he went around all the major hospitals in his city, Arad, looking for me.
I asked him why did he want to see me so bad?
And he said, 'I just want to help.'
I was in a shock
Why was I in a shock? Because he didn't know who I was,
what I was doing,
where I was coming from or where I was off to.
He knew nothing.
All he knew was, that a biker had crashed in his city
and he might need some help.
Later that day
He went downstairs to the storage room, got my laptop
I asked him for a USB internet stick, that he got me the same day.
He took me around in his car,
fed me some real food.
The hospital food was just horrible.
He was so concerned about me
He started making some calls, trying to locate my bike
It's been four days that I have no clue where my bike is.
After calling a few towing companies, a few police stations
He found out where my bike was
And he took me there, this is Daniel Jula.
After locating my bike
we went to see it, and as soon as I saw the bike I lost hope.
'There's no way this bike's coming back, there's no way.'
Everything was in pieces, the whole front end was shattered
I lost complete hope and I was already looking for a new bike.
I told Daniel to start searching the internet, find me a new bike.
But it's amazing how Daniel wanted to see me back on the same bike that I started on.
He picked up my bike... He rented a truck, picked up my bike
and went to a few mechanics
For their ideas, what they think and if they can do anything for the bike.
It's amazing how friendships can blossom under the worst circumstances.
Now I consider Daniel as one of my closest friends
Now you'd think this was one isolated event
Daniel Jula was the odd one out
who went out of his way to help.
Well, little did I know, I was living a fairy-tale.
Seven days after I had crashed
I called my father
I told him about the accident.
You know how Pakistani parents are
'Son, come back, enough is enough.'
But this wasn't the case with my father, my family
I called him, I told him the whole situation
And the first thing... These are his exact words
Son, can you walk?
And I said, you know, it's getting better
And today I just got out of the hospital
I can slowly walk.
'Okay, how's the bike and can it be fixed?'
I said, 'I don't think so, it's completely broken
It's gone
He said, 'Okay don't worry, start looking for a job
save up money and buy a new bike,
I don't want you flying to Pakistan
You have to finish what you started.'
While I was in the hospital
The guy who I crashed in came to see me a few times.
The last day, when I was leaving the hospital
A police officer, who was in charge of the case, came to me
And told me he has the guy
who admitted his guilt that he took a wrong turn
an illegal left turn and I went straight in him
They have him in custody
And it's a Romanian law, if you admit guilt in a car accident, you have to pay for damages.
In this case, he was so poor, the government would force him to sell his house
his property, sell whatever he owns to buy me a new bike.
And just because of my 6 month little adventure
I couldn't take away his house, I couldn't take away his belongings.
So I had to give in writing that I forgive him and don't need anything from him.
But I didn't let him go that easily
I told him to go to the Church
30 days, 5 hours every day, pray for me that I make it to Pakistan.
Now, I was living in Bucharest at a cousin's house
I started to walk, I hadn't left the house in about 10 days
You know, the depression started to creep in.
And that is when Gwen from Bay Area's Rider Forum (dot) com
emailed me saying how she found out about my crash and how my agenda is on hold
She asked me to email her the list of parts that were needed to get back on the road.
I called Daniel Jula, I called the mechanic
We figured out the whole list
And I forwarded it to Gwen
Three days later, she emailed me saying I have 80% of the parts you need.
Of course, I was shocked, I don't know this lady, Gwen
I have never heard about her
I don't know anything about her.
Why is she going out of her way to help
a Pakistani, a biker who has crashed somewhere in the middle of the world.
Three weeks later I received
Two huge, big boxes of parts at the doorstep of my cousin's house
And then suddenly, emails started coming in
I received an exhaust system for my bike from Bulgaria.
I received a hand brake system from Poland
I received a radiator for my bike from Romania, Bucharest.
It was unreal, I couldn't believe what was going on.
It was as if everyone was coming together to help.
It was a very, you know, weird, cool experience.
And just when I thought it'll be very hard picking myself up
that it'll be a lonely struggle
I found out that I was surrounded by helping hands.
People wanted me to get up, people wanted me to finish what I started.
There was just so much support, it was crazy.
Baba's on my side, strangers are on my side
It was all too unreal
And at the same time I'm receiving all this love from all over the world.
And nobody is expecting anything from me
just that I get back on the bike and finish what I started
Nobody expected anything back.
All everyone was doing was stepping up to help when someone was in need.
There were many, many more amazing events all through my six month journey.
This one definitively made to the highlight
because people from all over the world were coming together.
It was the best experience of my life.
I had crashed on 20th October and I was back on the bike on 2nd December.
I was back on the road on 2nd December and I hadn't spent a single dollar.
It was unreal.
The hospital bill was paid by the nurses over there
The bike parts were donated from all over the world.
And the bike was fixed in a small shop in Bucharest
by a mechanic who spent 4 straight days on the bike,
15 hours each day, and then charged me a single dollar.
It was too unreal. It seemed like a higher power
had played a hand in making everything fall into place.
As if it was willed that I make it back to Lahore on the same bike
with all the bike parts and my parts attached together
This experience has blown my mind.
Thank you very much