I am sure that anyone who reads my blog and I mention riding my bike, one thought must spring to the reader's mind: what did this idiot do to himself this time?? Fair enough. But in my own defense serious biking can create problems like accidents. No, I didn't have one this time. No pigeons to the head either. That's a plus. Or dopey squirrels in my spokes as they run back and forth trying to make up their minds.
When you ride as much as I do, you get to evaluate the behavior of runners, bikers, drivers, vespa-ers, women with hardly any clothes, men with hardly any clothes (though I truly wish some of them would add rather than subtract ... yikes !!!), triathletes, bird feeders, bird feeding triathletes, wannabes, neverweres, couldn'tbes, glad they aints, etc. Quite a cross section.
As I am doing my miles and feeling older by the minute, sometimes my mind wonders. I think about work, family, friends; you know the drill. My real job is not real terrific right now. I mean compared to losing a limb, I guess it is paradise on earth. I was told by someone that before our feet hit the floor in the morning, we should thank God for another day. Another day to love, to forgive, to imitate Him. At night, to do a comparison of how you did. It is a nice habit to get into, and I am trying to stay with it.
Sometimes, I do a rosary as I ride. My brain is so addled, I have to count each decade with each finger as I work the gears. I am sure sometimes I do 9 or 11 or forget a "Glory Be" or say it wrong. I am told the intention is what counts. Boy, I hope so.
Today, before I did the last decade, I said to the Blessed Mother: teach me to trust like you did. Please. Teach me to trust. I give my life to Jesus thru you, Blessed Mother. Please intercede for me.
I was one Hail Mary into my last decade, was riding on the left side of the road past a parked car. It was at that moment, the driver decided to make .... a left. I missed the car by about a foot and went riding up someone's lawn (at 22mph), then over slippery gravel that would have torn me up. No doubt had that person hit me (they didn't even stop, btw), no doubt I would have been splattered all over the windshield and crippled by the bumper. Possibly dead. Very possibly.
Blessed Mother: teach me to trust. Need I say more? His angel saved me. I asked and He sent His angel because the Blessed Mother heard me. What do you think? It was about 15 seconds after I asked.
God bless,
KJPrice
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Though no longer a church-goer, Keith, I am a fervent believer in the power of the angels and saints. As I drive to work every day I have a little roster of angels and saints to whom I give thanks daily for the favors/blessings they provide to me and those for whom I pray every day. I am continually amazed at the immediacy of the response I receive, so am not surprised at your near-miss. I am so glad you weren't hurt, but again not surprised.
Keith I sent you an email about your June blog but it got rejected. Did you change email addresses or did I just enter it in my address book wrong. tom f in atlanta
Thanks, Jules. (mama). I don't recognize the email address, so I don't know if we are aquainted. I am HAPPY you follow my blog. I am glad someone "heard" this entry. I got a lot of blank stares from a story I thought would make people bow down and pray. That really taught me something: if I reach 1 person in a million, mission accomplished. I think this is referred to as "stiff necked". Regrettably, true. All the best.
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