Sorry about the cheesy “Choose Life” title and yes I am a big fan of Trainspotting. (I once spent 4 weeks on a road trip around Canada with only 4 cd’s, and one of them was the Trainspotting soundtrack).
It’s just that I’m writing this post from the RVI, (Royal Victoria Infirmary), Newcastle and hospitals always have this effect on me. Thinking about what matters…
I’m here because of a mountain biking accident. Not mine. My guy followed our son down a trail last Friday, and with the words “Yeah, it’s fine Dad” ringing in his ears, misjudged a jump and crashed spectacularly.
Looking far too much like Two-Face for comfort, with the handle #shouldhavewornafullfacehelmet, he’s checked in today to have a plate put in his cheek to hold a smashed up cheekbone together…
A Few Days Later…
It’s now 3 days later. The operation was a success, phew, plus all the yucky bits have been cleaned up. You can see that he’ll soon be back to his usual handsome self. Or at least I’ll be able to look at his face again without wincing.
It’s a relief he’s okay and a reminder of the fragility of life.
You can take the view that hurtling down mountain bike trails is something to be avoided. But last Friday, waiting in A&E, (Accident & Emergency), ambulances kept arriving with people who didn’t take part in adventurous sports. People who played it safe, but for one reason or another had still ended up in A&E on a Friday night, their life changed in a split second.
That’s the thing about life. We take it for granted. We think we have all the time in the World to achieve our dreams. And then, in one split second, life changes.
You only get one shot at life. #Liveit #Chooselife #NoRegrets