*&$^!)#_$*$#!*# is about what the crunch sounded like – terrifying!
A 4-door sedan slammed into the back of my motorcycle on Dec. 19; I was doing about 20 mph, the Dodge, approx. 60 mph.
My first thought was “Something’s not right!” (deep, eh!). Followed immediately by “Fall well – don’t fight it.”
50+ feet later, after coming to (I blacked out), I saw a tire go by my head and I remember thinking how the helmet felt soft and was sliding well. I then saw the vehicle that hit me skidding to a stop. It was cold (16 degrees Fahrenheit), and I hurt. I was able to stand and walk amidst a daze. The seat of my pants were blown out and my clothing was ripped down to my socks and undies. I now know the full meaning behind the saying, “It scared the crud out of me,” ’cause the hit did. Just keeping it real.
It’s been over three weeks now, and I still feel like I was hit by a car – sore, sharp pains, fatigued. It took over two weeks to gain some sort of clarity and ability from the concussion. I ever sound like the old theme song from Rice Krispies Cereal, “Snap, crackle, pop!” I have 4 compression fractures in my spine, hurt ribs, and a busted right hand. My road-rash is mostly healed up; boy did the scrub down in the ER feel great (not!).
All glory to God for sparing my life; for leaving my wife a husband, and daughter a father.
I have learned so much from this experience in the areas of God’s sovereignty, simplicity, keeping in good health, and community – man are our friends, family, and church family at Grace incredible! We couldn’t have done it without you all. Thank you.
And to my wife and little girl . . . you’re amazing! Thank you.
Please pray for a full recovery, continued growth in the knowledge of Christ, solving the medical and financial puzzles, and gospel workings in the life of the gentleman that hit me.