| spotzhill |
06-04-2010 04:14 PM |
I admit it, I lost it.
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I have never started a thread before but I have posted here and there and know many of you through these forums. I thought I would post this thread to help me get my head around this situation.
I was in an accident involving myself on my 79 Ironhead and a 51 year old women in a geo prism. I was travaling through an intersection going under an overpass when the prism ran a red light and our vehicles collided.
she was at fault and recieved a ticket. I went to the hospital for a 8 day visit.
It has now been eleven days since the accident. I am at home and have spent the last couple days putting my house back in order. House being a metaphor for my life both professional and private. I am walking with a cane and have a fresh new scar that runs from just above the inside of my right eye travaling at about a 45 degree angle crossing my eyebrow going to my hair line courtesy of a 95 geo prism driver door frame. But my pelvis is healing, I am breathing and still get to kiss my son goodnight.
I went to my friends Indy shop where my now wreaked Ironhead is and took a look at her. As I stared at her mangled frame the details of the accident hit me and I could hear the sounds of the impact and I could smell the gas and oil that flowed out of my bike like the vital fluids of a wounded friend. I stared for what seemed like an eternity until my brother placed a hand on my shoulder and asked if I was OK. I asked him for a screwdriver and removed the license plate from my sporty. We walked inside, sat down and passed a bowl around. I thought about the accident, my two year old son, family, friends everything. I admit it, I lost it. Now I didn't start whinning or sobbing or anything like that but the enormity of the situation hit me, The anxiety and fear that those close to me went through while I was in the hospital. The feeling of gratitude I feel to the universe for still being alive. As these feelings washed over me tears flowed out of my eyes and I lost it.
I decided then and there I will rebuild her. I bought her wrecked I will not give up on her. I have a long road of recovery and rebuilding ahead of me but at least I am still walking a road. I feel a better then when I started this post, at least my hands have stopped shaking. I should have titled it "It is not how many times you get knocked down. But how many times you get back up"
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