Okay, so I’m taking the day off.
To be honest, Thursday was a rough day. From the collective emotions of 9/11, to being painfully poked and prodded in yet another attempt to figure out what the hell is going on with my body.
But mostly, it’s the realization that Friday marks seven years to the day since I encountered a massive swarm of bees while riding along the beach, and ended up spending the night in the ICU.
And in between, suffered what undoubtedly would have been the worst bicycling incident in memory, if only I could remember it. Let alone the most serious injuries of my riding career.
I won’t go into the details here.
I even wrote about it for a leading magazine, only to have the manuscript returned to me, unread.
C’est la vie, mais non?
In retrospect, it changed the direction of my life. And led me to dedicate whatever time I have left on this planet to making it a safer place to ride a bike.
Even if there’s not a lot you can do about bees on the beach.
It also reminds me to be grateful for the men and women who dedicate their lives to helping others. Even if they’re just doing their jobs.
Because without them, I probably wouldn’t be here to write this.
And to thank God, once again, that I am.