So I go out for a normal 40 mile ride. I am climbing the hill by my house to get home when I hit a pothole, a wheel-sucking pothole that took me out. My shoulder took the brunt of the fall and I broke helmet #6(Over 22 years). I was on the hook for training at 11 and delivering food for 65 homeless people but was able to get the times moved for both of these so I could go to the ER. I showered when I got home and cleaned myself up, best as I could. I knew things were getting bad when I could no longer lift my arm up. I get there and the docs found every sore spot on me. I did not realize that my hip was really bruised too. Xrays were negative as for breaks but getting the Xrays was a very painful experience. They scrubbed my wounds gave me a tetanus shot, a prescription for serious pain killers and sent me home with the warning it is going to hurt worse tomorrow. So far, no pain killers but I am sore and uncomfortable.
Weather is supposed to be cool the next 2 days and I can't ride.
Rachel. I held her three years ago as I baptized into the Church. I wonder how she would grow up if she had the chance. She did not.
I was sitting with a woman who found a tumor in her chest and was worried about celebrating Christmas. I wonder how she is.
I figure that I may never know, but the memories still serve me.
This Christmas I am remembering those I sat with this year as their light faded. Lord, Bless them. You are not forgotten by me.