Congrats on the apartment 🍾 I really like the narrative transitions from these stories. From “my knee itched” to a hole in it to a chunk across the pavement. I enjoyed how events spiraled out and back, while still expanding. Also appreciate the nice bow of a lesson. I just might climb a tree today 🤷🏾♂️
Yes, in the moments leading up to such an experience things slowed down for me. Riding a friend’s bicycle with one brake working i was determined to go for a spin. His bike made its way down the hill on our block with me perched upon it and what happened next is hard to grasp, even to this day. Hind sight says it will be hard to stop from the momentum generated from a faulty one brake bike. Well, that was hindsight and true to its word it didn’t stop. Next to my so called efforts of slowing down there were two options before me, hit the tree or the big vehicle on the avenue, a tractor trailer. Mind you i am twelve years old and about to be thirteen. As fate would have it, the tractor trailer won the bid. Things slowed down so much in the moment before i met the drivers side of the vehicle, a face in disbelief watched the incident taking place from the rear passenger seat of their moving car. If not for the stationary truck the moving car and i would have been an item. The aftermath left me scarred and traumatized for several years as a youngster, but i got up to ride my own bike(s)with working brakes.
Wes, the read allows me to appreciate how precious life is.
"Brushes with death accumulate over time, painting a collage of memories that flash the greatest hits after each new addition." THIS is excellent.
Congrats on the apartment 🍾 I really like the narrative transitions from these stories. From “my knee itched” to a hole in it to a chunk across the pavement. I enjoyed how events spiraled out and back, while still expanding. Also appreciate the nice bow of a lesson. I just might climb a tree today 🤷🏾♂️
Yes, in the moments leading up to such an experience things slowed down for me. Riding a friend’s bicycle with one brake working i was determined to go for a spin. His bike made its way down the hill on our block with me perched upon it and what happened next is hard to grasp, even to this day. Hind sight says it will be hard to stop from the momentum generated from a faulty one brake bike. Well, that was hindsight and true to its word it didn’t stop. Next to my so called efforts of slowing down there were two options before me, hit the tree or the big vehicle on the avenue, a tractor trailer. Mind you i am twelve years old and about to be thirteen. As fate would have it, the tractor trailer won the bid. Things slowed down so much in the moment before i met the drivers side of the vehicle, a face in disbelief watched the incident taking place from the rear passenger seat of their moving car. If not for the stationary truck the moving car and i would have been an item. The aftermath left me scarred and traumatized for several years as a youngster, but i got up to ride my own bike(s)with working brakes.
Wes, the read allows me to appreciate how precious life is.
Good read