[In-It] I saw my father's hand at the scene of a car accident.

I tend to take care of my hands.

I don't really get nail care, but I use hand lotion and pay attention to avoid calluses on my palms.

People say they shake hands to get their first impressions and information about the other person.

I usually do rough things, but I don't want to make that impression.

I hate to be honest like my father's palm.

Father's hand was always rough.

His palms were like sandpaper for what he lived so hard with his small body.

His life was tougher.

It sounds like the story of a tiger smoking, but my father grew up working as a young worker in a school.

My grandfather died early and thanks to my grandmother who remarried, there was no Biville hill to my heart's content.

Only to survive, he had to serve as a slave to someone else's house and settle for a cold meal.

My father told me that one day I went to the mountain to do some trees, but I put too many trees on the fork and rolled down and almost died.

It is said that a small body was laid on the paperboard, and after two days, he could not come out and screamed, but someone heard the sound and took it out.

That father died when I was in the 6th grade of elementary school.

At that time, I didn't even cry a lot for the belief that I would see it in Heaven later.

People like my father will definitely go to heaven.

I later heard from my mother the words of the funeral director who gave me my father's salt.

"He's a person who lived very hard in his lifetime~ I know everything by touching people's hands because I tried this person and that person. You worked a lot. Relax."

Those words were like my father's will to me.

I have done a lot of work so far, but my weapon has always been sincerity and zeal.

My philosophy was that I couldn't be the best of them, whether it was a hundred or a thousand, but I could be the most eager person.

I wanted to live like that.

At least when someone who knows my father sees me, there should be one corner that looks like him.

Because I am the trace my father left behind.

Sometimes, such a father comes to mind at the scene of an accident.

A 10-ton truck fell into a rice field in the distance and caught my eye.

The rear wheel of the truck, which fell to the side, making a horn as if tearing his ears, was spinning hard.

The first paramedics who arrived first looked around the driver's seat, but they couldn't use their hands, so their feet were rolling.

One patient.

The truck hit the power pole and the ceiling on the driver's seat was severely crushed, making it difficult to tell if there were any people.

When I lighted the lantern, the patient's knee was slightly visible.

"Bring hydraulic equipment!"

All of the hydraulic equipment on the side of the wrecker was taken out and brought to the front of the truck.

Hydraulic equipment is equipment that cuts or spreads the vehicle by converting the power from the gasoline motor into the pressure of the transmission equipment.

The weight is heavy, so even the big crew usually work with two people sticking together.

The dent ceiling had to be opened first.

The hydraulic spreader that looked like claws was thumped several times in the cracks, and when it hit the cracks, the switch was turned to create space.

Obstructions around him were removed, and the ceiling that held the patient was opened little by little.

There was a gap for one person to enter, and the paramedics were sent inside.

"Hello. Teacher! Teacher! Are you okay?! Teacher! There is currently one patient who is unconscious and unresponsive."

"The paramedics come out and you go in, Captain Choi!"

At the command of the team leader, I entered the back of the driver's seat through the side door.

The patient was hung from his seat belt unconscious.

"Thu! Thu! Give me that!

When I saw a patient bleeding, I couldn't remember the name of the cervical brace that I saw every time.

"Hey! Calm down! Slowly, slowly."

I got my mind to the team leader's words and started working slowly.

There was a limit to being able to open the body outside.

It seemed that I could take out the patient only by creating a space inside.

In order to install the hydraulic ram, I started to pull the luggage out of the car one by one.

At a moment, something like a child's bag caught my eye in the back of the driver's seat.

Inside the dark achromatic bag, I felt like an empty plastic bucket.

I thought that there would be an empty lunch box in it.

Was it a father with young children?

I thought for a moment.

To install the hydraulic ram, it was necessary to find a fulcrum.

The easily broken floor was removed by hand.

When I opened the auxiliary chair covered with leather seats, the items in it spilled out.

Tangerines left over from eating, buckets of gum, all kinds of energy drinks, cutlery, and family photos.

There were traces of life that had lived hard while fighting drowsiness.

"Team leader! I don't think the leg is stuck in the car. I'll lift it up and take it out."

I went behind the patient's back and hugged him all over the body.

I saw his bloody bumpy hands.

The palms had calluses all over the place and they were as thick as my gloved hands.

His crude and rough hands resembled my father's.

I hate my dad's hand, but my dad's touch that stroked me was good.

It was hard and rough, but it was warm.

The touch was even better when I stroked my head saying that I was smart and said that there was a doctor of all things in my family.

As much as I and my sister told me to become public servants working under the air conditioner in cold air.

In fact, he wasn't very smart, but his father seems to have put his wishes on him to place orders.

Perhaps he was hoping that his son would not resemble his own hands.

So I hate my hands getting hard.

"Shall I cut the seat belt?"

"Uh, cut it!"

The seat belt was cut off and his weight was completely loaded on my body.

I took a few deep breaths, stretched my bent back and pulled him out of the driver's seat.

He grabbed him and fell back, but fortunately the patient's body fell out of the driver's seat.

A yellow stretcher came through the windshield.

He lifted his waist so he could safely climb onto the stretcher.

Then he put his hands neatly on the side of the stomach.

When I carefully stepped out with a stretcher, I found a man of the same age as me.

The next morning I heard news of his death from paramedics.

It was too collapsed.

His warmth was still in my body, but he left without saying goodbye, and he also criticized him.

I guess you didn't hear me asking for a little patience throughout the work.

Eventually I became his last witness.

I don't even know who he is or where he lives, but I remember his last appearance.

If the day comes when his child grows up and wonders about his father's life, I want to tell you that he lived so hard.

I want to tell you which hand you have.

I leave a message so that the memories of the day do not fade.

Who are you.

What do you leave behind in the world and then hurry to go.

It's winter soon, and you're going through a few more years of cold days

, and counting more with your hands on sad and happy days

.

How was life here where you lived?

Are you satisfied with the life you laughed, cried, and chatted on the road?

Don't worry.

Your life

will become a legacy and will be remembered with your name.

And I remember you.

Stop drinking energy drinks that aren't good for your body anymore.

It has been a lot of hard work.

Take a rest.

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