a few seconds ago
We almost always take for granted how quick and easy it is for us to lose our lives.
Today, on a routine bike ride back home after work, I found myself having to swerve right to avoid being hit by a car. The result? My bike gets caught in some drain in the street. I still remember the feeling. One minute I'm humming "Sin Filtro" by #romeosantos and as soon as I get to the chorus "...when you are the fucking greatest--" my bike magically disappears from beneath me causing my body to plant itself directly into the ground. Some taxi driver pulled over to offer help; you don't wanna see what my knees look like right now.
But then I immediately remembered I had a podcast episode to record with a guest later, so I walked off the pain for about 2 minutes, brushed myself off, hopped on my bike then started paddling back home. 5 minutes later, in the middle of the street surrounded by cars, my bike suddenly falls apart (as pictured) right before I leaped off. So, I picked up my bike then walked 3 miles with it in hand (see, going to the gym a lot really helps) till I got home then met with my guest to record another podcast episode.
I could have died today, but I didn't. I also could have taken a break to fix my bike and injured self, but I didn't. With every extra day I remain on this planet, I am giving my podcast my all. Because the pain I felt today was nothing compared to what sexual assault survivors endure every day. So unless I die, NOTHING is gonna stop me from succeeding.