Random Musings About Life

I’ve been repeatedly asked: What happened? And were you wearing a helmet? I understand it is normal curiosity for people to ask ‘what happened’. Maybe it’s even a desire to ‘learn’ so others don’t make the same mistakes. I’ve done it myself, it’s a natural question. But I’ve also learned another valuable lesson now from personal experience. If someone wants to talk about something, they will. If they aren’t mentioning it, it’s likely because it is too traumatic – be kind. Don’t bring it up. Yes, but what happened? For some people, talking through “what happened” helps them heal. It’s a valid choice. But not everyone is the same. Some people don’t want to talk about what happened. For them, healing comes best through leaving the incident behind and focusing their thoughts forward. But what happened? In my case, I fall into the latter category. Here’s the thing. I don’t fully remember all of what happened. I’ve tried to. I had no choice other than to talk to medical person...

On February 24th, 2019.  I had a brush with the grim reaper when I wrecked my motorcycle. I’ve been asked these questions: Will you ride again or why won’t you give up riding after this happened? Silvia – my bike – has been ‘totaled’ by the insurance company. The damage is just too extensive. It chilled me to the bone when just yesterday I was finally able to view the extent of the damage. The fact I ‘walked away’ – well OK I was in an ambulance - but it still gives me pause. My ‘faith’ is more spirituality based than any specific religion – but I must have had some sort of angels or presence with me – is all I’m saying. It wasn’t my time to go. People ‘go down’ on bikes all the time. There isn’t one of us in the community that hasn’t been down or known someone that has gone down. What happened to me could have happened to anyone. Those of us who ride know the risks, but we feel the reward is worth it. For some it is difficult to understand the passion we have...