Friday, 9-11-09 will be remembered here for an entirely different reason than 9-11-01. I was on my way to work, riding the motorcycle. It was a nice morning, with the high reaching 87 that afternoon. What a nice day to have the wind blowing as I enjoyed one of the last good riding days before fall and the rains. Well, an odd thing happened on the way into work that morning. I was on the freeway, getting ready to turn off onto my exit, when the truck in front of me slowed down. I slowed down, but I was fast approaching the truck. So I pushed harder on the brakes. Not a wise thing to do. I should have just driven around the truck, but I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to slow the bike down.
At least one of the bike’s tires must have grabbed, and the bike made a violent swerve to the right, and then as I was going down I said to myself, “This is going to hurt.” And then I felt pain and saw the pavement sliding along under my helmet as my eyes were parallel to the ground. Then everything stopped, well, except the pain in my left leg. I was able to get up and hobble around, trying to get the pain to stop. A guy in the truck behind me stopped, and asked if I was ok. What do you say at a time like that? I think I said that I would be ok. He asked if he could help me, and I had him help me get the bike back up. He did, and I got it running again, and I headed home.
I got home at 8:16; I’m supposed to be at work at 8. Marty was surprised. She said, “What are you doing home?” I told her that I had a little accident. After the shock of seeing my shredded pants and my bloody knee, she vacillated between wanting to kill me for having the accident and thanking God I was alive.
I tore the skin off my left knee and my left ankle must have been holding the weight of the bike off the pavement because it was really sore. It swelled up rapidly. But I could walk, so no broken bones. I also had a rasberry on my right hip and some skin taken off my right elbow, which I didn't know until later that day.
Lesson to self and to anyone else who wants to learn a lesson without the pain I experienced. We do not know when our days here on earth will end. Mine could have been 09-11-09. Are you ready for that day? I have no doubt I’ll be with my Savior, Jesus, when that day comes. Where are you going to be?
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I'm glad your alright and it was a blessing you could have been different. It is so true - who know what time we all have here but the Lord! I pray we you it wisely and I pray that if you don't know Him in a personal "intimate way" don't hesitate - you won't be disappointed! (our love to you and the fam.) VB
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