In the split second that the deer impacted the side of the motorcycle, I found myself indifferent about the outcome. I flew over the handlebars thinking 'wow, so this is how I go.' I was okay with dying in that instant.I don't mean to say that I wouldn't be sad for my family, but it would almost seem fitting to follow Ali out.
I felt content in that moment, content with every event in my life leading up to flying through the air in a suit and helmet.
I remember thinking 'what the hell...' and that scared me afterwards.
But it's about contentment, not depression. It's more about thankfulness for what I've had, not about being ready to hang it up.
I'm glad I didn't go just yet. It was a chance to continue, to live with passion and continue to enjoy the blessings that come to me. And today, I have new blessings, and old ones, and big things to be thankful for, and small things to appreciate.
Tomorrow's another day. If another deer has a vendetta tomorrow, I will fly just as willingly. But until that time, I'm enjoying every minute.
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