Hi Friends,
When something difficult happens, we often wish we could rewrite the ending. A couple of years ago, I chose to ride my mountain bike through a small creek, rather than to carry it over a log bridge. It was dusk in October, and it was getting cold and dark, and I was in a hurry to head home. I had ridden through that stream many times before. But it was late in the day and there had been recent rain. It was dusky, so I couldn’t see into the water with the afternoon shadows.
The water was deeper than I expected and my tire hit a submerged log and launched me off my bike and into the creek. My left arm snapped as soon as it hit a sharp rock,
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