I thought accidents with bikes will definitely be a serious one, if not fatal. When and how would my accident be?
And it happened on 13th of November 2017. I skidded and fell off, injuring my knee and elbow, and bruised my ego. It finally happened.
When I first fell off the bike, I was thinking, "Oh man, this is it, isn't it?". Next thing, I was lying on the tar road my leg under the whole bike but it was generally ok. Scraped knee and elbow. I could get up. The bike was still in one piece.
Two kind souls helped me and the bike to the side of the road and asked if I was ok. I could only tell them yeah and thanked them. At that point I still could not tell if I have other injuries. I checked myself quickly. Checked the bike. Start it up and rode on home.
All of the above happened within 5 mins. Or so. Definitely less than 10 minutes.
On the ride home, I was thinking, "Why am I STILL on the bike? Should I not be thanking God for my life already, abandon the bike, take a cab home and cry under a hot shower?". Not my style, God.
I recovered and composed myself enough to get on home and really rode with more care. Half the time trying to ignore the stings from my knee and elbow. I still did not know how bad the scrapes were at this point. I manage to reach the carpark, parked the bike and reassess the condition of self and bike. I took a quick clean of the wounds and limp on home, dragging my bruised ego along.
When I reached home, all I could think of is thank God for being merciful and that I can still recover fully to learn from this. I asked for pictures to be taken by a wife who was already late for work.
I calm myself down a bit more and nursed by wounds and went to sleep soon.
5 days later, I am writing about it here. Life goes on, thankfully.
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