I’m thankful for a second chance.
One of the first things I thought about after my heart attack was whether I could ride again. I worried about my wife and kids, the dogs, friends, work and all the things that make up a life. In regard to riding I was worried about myself. Riding the Vespa is not a hobby or recreational outlet. It’s a critical aspect of maintaining sanity in a crazy world.
I get irritable if I don’t find road time with the scooter. If pressed, I consider it a spiritual act. I’m thankful that I have a second chance.
Braved the cold this evening for a Vespa ride to see the new Triumph Bonneville Street Twin motorcycle. Kissell Motorsports, Purple Lizard Maps and Rothrock Coffee sponsored the event. All I had to do was show up.
Watching a father and son (I assume) looking at the bike I thought about how fortunate I am to be standing here witnessing everything going on around me. I started thinking of all the things I have to be grateful for.
Carolina wrens were singing as I walked through the snow with Junior and Lily in the morning. It’s a privilege to listen to such fine song. Having two fine canine companions is a gift. Being able to walk is a joy. Looking around at my life I have so much to be thankful for that it’s easy to neglect things — big and small.
My wife Kim continues to shine a light on paths I would not otherwise know. Friend and family enrich the trip just by being themselves. I have a roof over my head. Hell, there are chocolate chip cookies in the cupboard right now.
Who Are You?
My infant granddaughter promises challenge, excitement and joy. I’m already planning her riding safety training. Her mother just laughed.
The night draws to a close and I feel my body leaning toward temporary oblivion. And as the last thoughts fade, surely one of those thoughts will acknowledge the gratitude I feel for the life I’ve been given.