"I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it."
Charles R. Swindoll
Every situation has a thousand possible outcomes. Our choices do influence those outcomes, but there is no way to know what chain of events one simple choice will create. Sometimes we knowingly make not so great choices. But most of the times, we make choices that we believe are good, safe and mundane.
Every day, Jared makes the choice of whether to ride his bike or not. Granted, some days work, weather or other commitments make the choice for him, but on most days, the choice is up to him. Just last week he decided not to go for a ride, for whatever reason. He figured he would just ride the next day. It rained the next day.
After that, he kinda made the decision that passing up a riding opportunity without a good reason was not a good choice.
Riding is his stress relief. Flying down the single-track keeps him happy and healthy- both physically and mentally.
So, when he wanted to get a quick ride in this Saturday before we headed out to camp with friends, it was no big deal. The choice to go ride is one he makes most days of the week (on a good week).
Did the same ol' that he always does (except he forgot his sunglasses and had to run back home to get them). Once he had everything ready to go, he sent me a text to let me know he was at the trail head (11:42 a.m.).
Jared was barely a mile down the trail, which means he had only been riding for about five minutes or so when something happened (about 11:50 a.m.).
The next thing he remembers is waking up with his face in the dirt. At first he thought it was a dream. Then he realized it wasn't (about 12:05 p.m.).
Jared sat for a while, dazed and confused, trying to asses himself and figure out what happened. A fellow mountain biker, Tim, found Jared sitting on the side of the trail. This gentlemen happened to be a doctor (around 12:15 p.m.).
Tim assessed Jared, letting Jared know his options were Life Flight (medical helicopter), or Jared could walk out. Jared decided to walk out (around 12:25 p.m.).
Once the guys made it back to Tim's truck and were headed to the ER, Jared gave me a call. He sounded awful (12:55 p.m.).
Jared is not a massive risk taker and he doesn't push himself way past his limits. In fact, all the non-mountain bike riding he does is to increase his mountain biking skills.
Riding BMX teaches how to control his bike. Same with riding in the bike park.
When we go out for family rides or when he takes Emma to the park or around the block, he's always working on his bike handling skills.
We even took a family vacation to Colorado so he could attend a bike skills clinic!
Jared is a skilled and responsible rider (though he wouldn't admit to the skilled part).
Always wears his helmet and glasses. Takes enough water and snacks for the ride he plans to do. Carry's a few tools in case of a bike malfunction. And always let's me know where he's riding, when he starts out, and updates me every hour or so.
But sometimes, life just kicks you in the ass.
At that point, your really have two choices. You can have a pity party, or you can put on your perspectacles.
(This is how I imagine my perspectacles look.)
While I may not be able to spell perspectacles, I seem to be great at wearing them. Here are some of the things that I have seen while wearing them:
#1 and most imoportant- Jared came back to us. He came back broken and bleeding, but he came back.
#2- He walked out and will walk away from this accident healthy and whole.
#3- We have the worlds most amazing friends and family to help us and offer us support.
#4- We have health insurance and...
#5- Access to fantastic medical professionals that are taking amazing care of Jared (and me).
And really, the list just goes on and on. Every day, heck, every couple hours my perspectacles reveal something else that we can be thankful for.
I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure today is going to be a beautiful day.