Biking home in DC, zipping down the bike lane with my helmet on (cough!), and a taxi door opens. I love that pause before the crunch. You see it coming, but you have no control. I flew maybe 12 or so feet. Epic crash. Loud. About 20 people rush up…and I’m laying there in shock yet without a scratch on me. Ok, my chest is a bit bruised (where the door hit), but yeah. Crazy unscathed. The people were super nice about it, and I learned a valuable lesson:
Care about the right shit. I think I was thinking about dirty dishes that needed doing right before I crashed. Now I’m breathing, and again, and that’s pretty fucking cool. You’re breathing too. Celebrate with me.
September 21st, 2014 at 11:55 PM
Your language is offensive!
April 12th, 2014 at 8:51 PM
ACK! Glad you are ok! My hubby went through something similar recently and got a renewed appreciation of life. My only suggestion – find some way to capture this so you don’t leave it behind you. 🙂
April 15th, 2014 at 12:03 PM
Great idea Lisa! I’ll do that! Thanks.
April 12th, 2014 at 6:54 AM
Thank God you are safe!! ….be where you are. There are crazies out on the road. I love you!