One might think that someone who lived life to the limit "would always be set in some new and exciting adventure. But in January 1996, I had reached a point where I was sad to help the state of our planet, and my part. I was distracted by life at this time. I felt that it would hope that I had at the age of nineteen, when I'm hitchhiking from Detroit to California to start my life. Well, the passion of a life away from this girl at the age of forty, in my darkest momentsit seemed that I had seen everything, done everything. What could be the life for me?
Then on a Saturday morning, Mark and I woke up early for a trip with some friends on the site of an old abandoned train station Carrizo Gorge. Throughout the cruise the spectacular view. You can search for miles covered in high-mountain desert of sage and cactus. A stream runs the road 400 feet in the gorge below. These features attract hikers and mountain bikers who use a single trackbeside the railway line. Occasionally one comes across passages where the road falls, but then you should be on track train training.
It 'was a glorious day, sunny and warm with blue skies and clouds adorn Stratus view. We cycled the road for 20 miles on a level desert near Dos Cabezas, where we had lunch. Then we started on 4% able to return to our cars. As the miles on horseback, the heat and fatigue began to be felt. My friend, Lisa, brushedhand in a cactus and had to pull four of barbed needles. the roommate Lisa, John crackdown on his bike and ended with a piece of Cholla cactus (jumping), inserted in the arm. But all this pales in comparison to what was in store ...
With ten miles to go left, I was tired and distracted. I turned to say something to Mark, who was driving behind me. When I turned toward the front, I realized that my surroundings. The road was almost reducednothing, and only about a foot between the ground and cliffs. I stopped and tried to step on the track, but both the bike and I tip my weight on track. Can regain my balance, I took a big step from the steep cliffs.
I heard the bike separated from my body. I ran and threw my face and protect your head with your arms and took a shot in front of my helmet. My life flashes before my eyes - I just thoughtFor me back immediately. My legs did hit some sharp rocks, the need for sutures rain later. Then I landed on my butt on a rocky outcrop, Jarred awake and looked at my bike bouncing 400 feet into the gorge below.
I thought, "I'm alive!" "I could die!" See "I lost almost everything!" Then Mark was at my side. He kissed me once, I looked into his eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked, testing my limbs. "Any bones broken?"
"No!" I knew nothingbroken, just scratched and gouged. Guys, I was happy.
Then back down into the ravine, he shouted: "My bike!" I knew Mark so well.
"I want to get," he said and pushed me back against the rock. "You stay here."
He made his way down, like Lisa and John helped me once again, climb the rock wall. I felt a bit 'dazed noted with a sense of nausea, the blood was on his legs, especially with the stylus in the left knee inward. I knew if I was not carefulI could go back and be really bad. Finally, secure and away from the cliff, I looked down to see Mark 25 pounds to make my neon-orange mountain bike back four hundred meters.
I said I started to cry hysterically, "Oh my God, Oh my God!" I could not shake the vision of taking step infinite space. At that moment kept following me, because I soon realized that it was almost dead. "You can journey back to the car, Patty?" Lisa gentlyhe asked.
"Yes," I said. I chose Mark's Bike from the ground, where he had thrown away the part before he jumped to mine. The spread. I was afraid to drive, but I started. Lisa rode behind me, doing their best to avert my ranting: "Oh my God!" The whole scene continued to play a video loop.
"Breathe deeply, Pat," said Lisa. "Breathe deeply".
I was doing. With the leadership of Lisa, I rode the bike six miles back to the car market, keep away from the edge of the cliff.Full of guilt, I always thought that Mark had the car to take the bike all the way, six miles of torture.
In its race to the hospital come to me, Mark has bumped back to the car with the bike on the back. I was so happy to see him! He grabbed the broken bike and hurt my car, say goodbye to Lisa and John, then race back to San Diego hospital. When we got on the road, a policeman in civilian clothes drove next to us shortly, and his lightningBadge, as he was pulling on us. Then, when he observed, My Bloody legs on the dashboard, fell away fast. We are in the hospital in 45 minutes, when soaked in blood, have priority over all other emergency. It took four hours to get points and x-rays. They found no broken bones, something else has been lucky. Now looking back at the whole thing, I admire all the way Mark has shown me that he loved me.
What lessons did I learn? First andenjoy, especially, life. But now enjoy. You do not know what to expect behind the next corner. Appreciate what you have. Sometimes you act like you do not know what you got, until a fateful moment, takes almost everything away.
Once the points came out, I jumped back on my bike. I also returned the following year and then his throat several times that if I look at the sheer face of rock that had landed on the ledge on which I seemed so small andinsignificant. A friend would later call the "Hand of God". I'm not what you call a religious woman, but every time I saw that rock, I whisper a little 'thank you' - what could be called many a prayer.
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