There was a scooter crash outside our apartment last night, and though it doesn't take much to remind me of our motorcycle crash in India last year (we both have plenty o' scars), I was struck by how improbable our minimal injuries were. Perhaps a massive 2nd degree burn, a nasty traumatic tissue injury, and enough road rash for a lifetime don't sound minimal, but given the insanity of Indian highways and our craptastic Royal Enfield motorcycle, it simply makes no sense that both of us lived to tell about it. (I should say: we were wearing helmets, but they didn't seem to be great quality. They did the job, though.).
So, I'm thankful for the the quick-thinking driver that managed to avoid hitting my body as I tumbled across the road, the wonderfully kind man that took us to the hospital, and that both of our myriad injuries were, in the grand scheme of things, minor.
So, I'm thankful for the the quick-thinking driver that managed to avoid hitting my body as I tumbled across the road, the wonderfully kind man that took us to the hospital, and that both of our myriad injuries were, in the grand scheme of things, minor.
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