I said my usual, "God please protect me on the way home" prayer before buzzing away. The road was wet, but not too badly. I knew that a flooded area would be waiting for me down the road in front of the neighboring Federal prison. As I rode down the street at 40-45 MPH, I turned my brights on in order to look for any puddles. Sure enough, there it was ahead of me. I slowed down to third gear, maybe second, I'm not sure, and took it slow and steadily through the puddle of water.
Then..BAM! I felt the hit from behind. Everything went black as I flew off the motorcycle and down the street. I don't know what it looked like when I flew off and tumbled on the pavement, but all I know is that it hurt and that it lasted forever, it seemed. After about 4 seconds, I'm guessing, I realized what was going on. When I finally stopped in the road, I was on hands and knees facing the opposite direction I was originally heading. I remember seeing vehicle lights and thinking, "Oh, no! I'm gonna get run over."
I realized the vehicle was stopped. A fellow co-worker ran over, "Are you OK? Do you need an ambulance?" "Yes, I do." I didn't feel any pain at that time, but I had been in an accident before and knew what it meant to be in shock. I lay down on the edge of the road in a couple of inches of water. I didn't care. I knew I shouldn't move. That other driver had run into me from behind. I learned this morning that the other driver saw me slowing down in front of him, hit his breaks and skidded in the water. Bang! There I go... I was loaded onto the gurney and placed into the ambulance. Good thing that the ambulance station was right across the street my workplace. They arrived very quickly.
Upon arriving in the Trauma Unit (The guy in Trauma 5, that was me), I received kudos from medical staff for wearing "your full gear". My helmet had lost its visor and was scratched up. My motorcycle jacket was torn up on one side and my brand new work pants were torn up. My leather belt was badly scuffed up from sliding on my behind.
Upon arriving in the Trauma Unit (The guy in Trauma 5, that was me), I received kudos from medical staff for wearing "your full gear". My helmet had lost its visor and was scratched up.
The outcome:
No broken bones. No internal injuties ...but I do have lots of pulled and strained muscles in my back, in addition to a scraped up left knee and bruises and scuffs on both elbows...oh, and a chipped front tooth.
So that's why I know there's a God. I could have been dead. Easily.
Later, a friend from work called me to see how I was doing. He said my motorcycle looked all bashed in from behind, but the truck was worse. It's font grill was smashed in and the radiator was punctured. He said it looked like it had hit a tree!
So, does God have a wonderful plan for our life? Yes. Yes he does. From this I have learned that life is short, and that I need to get in gear and do something for his Kingdom. Although we are are not saved by good works, the Bible says that we are created to do them and commanded to do them, and some day, we'll be judge for them.
