First and foremost I am really ok…
But I had a brush with death yesterday.. The broomstick of my demise, nearly swept me in to the pan of limbo, into the rubbish bin of eternity amongst the forgotten dust monkeys of history.
Riding my bike along a major road near my home, in the left hand lane (where we drive in Aus) a little bit of speed up, then all of a sudden a car veers from the outside lane, around a car, and into my lane. With an almighty Crack, he clips the side of my bike, which rips the handle bars around, he goes flying past it take all of my strength t right my self before eating concrete, and he keeps driving… I am pretty sure I got his side mirror against my handle bars, I pull off the road.. As the jolt had dislodged the chain, and knocked the bike out of gear… The bike (most importantly) and I are in working condition no lasting damage.
When I got home I started thinking, shouldn’t I have seen life flash before my eyes? Or better yet someone else's, as I've already seen mine. Shouldn’t I be worried about death or trying to change the way I live? The truth is I came home, had a shower, put some more music on my iPod, then did the dishes. No change, no stress, no bad thoughts, a little angry at the PRICK! (sorry) who didn’t stop but that’s it…
I cant remember a time where I have been afraid of death, I have done a thousand stupid things, some of which probably by rights should have landed me in the obituary pages under G… for Gee I am glad that one's gone.
As I have mentioned before I have seen a lot of death in my life, I grew up on a
My philosophy is to live your life to the best of your ability, enjoy it, as it is all that there is or will be, enjoy the time you have the connections you make… If you die have no regrets, and give 'em a lot of embarrassing stories to tell at the funeral…
IS it weird to not fear the reaper?
I have actually been "run over" twice in life… the most recent being in
The first time however I managed to run over my self, upper middle class twit of the year style, riding full pelt on a four wheel motor bike, my leg slipped under, ripped me off and under the bike, and over my legs it went leaving two massive red wheel marks on my legs…. Quite an achievement if I do say so my self.