When I saw the photo placed in this week's initiative, I was reminded of the time when I was riding motorcycles and everything that that brought to my life, both on a positive and negative level.

I remember that the first time I rode alone on a motorcycle, it was on my brother's motorcycle, he had told me how to drive and change speeds.

But unlike my brother, who was an ace, in the handling of motorcycles, I was quite clumsy and ended up, rolling down the Main Avenue of Caurimare, when the brake lever stuck on a sidewalk when trying to pass a car, on the right side, something that in itself, is not done.

Anyway, after the fall, I ended up getting up, shaking off the dust and seeing my wounds on my hands. But instead of leaving the bike and taking it to the curb, I turned it on, and playing the Superman, I got on. I sped up annoyed.

I remember very well my fear that I felt, when I arrived very fast at the traffic light in San Luis, and I tried to brake and I couldn't do it, because I didn't have a brake lever, at that moment I don't know if I prayed or did something, I just remember that I believed my eyes and when I opened them, I saw that the traffic light had passed and I was alive.

It was really terrible the feeling, of not having control, of the brakes of the bike at that moment, I was only braking with the front brake, however; that day I arrived home, alive and without major problems.

I remember thinking that I was going to have problems with my brother, but in reality it was the opposite, he was very happy that nothing had happened to me and of course from that moment on, nothing about lending me the bike.

From that small accident, I put the motorcycles aside, because I didn't feel confident in my skills driving those devices.

But some time later, when I was about thirty years old, and I was a successful professional, arrogant, pedantic and with money and influences, I bought a motorcycle. I still didn't feel very confident with the bike, but I kept telling myself that it was worth trying and that I would be more comfortable as I got used to using it.

At that time, I had very little time for myself and my family. All my time, I was dedicated to activities outside the house and to my business, making money, shopping and having fun, I really was a pathetic human being.

It was crazy, once upon a time, I only stopped by the house twice in a month and that was to sleep and get clothes. All my relationship with the family was through the phone and the bank transfers that I made to them. Of course, I broke up with my girlfriend because I never had time for her, I had a huge estrangement with family and with lifelong friends.

Once my aunt told me that I should stop my way of life or I would end up regretting what I was doing and the way I was doing it, but I still didn't listen to her.

In fact I got sick, I had problems with stress and much more, but I continued with my life, I ate every day on the street, I drank daily, I slept in hotels constantly, I made unnecessary expenses, in short, I had a very particular and very wrong vision of the world.

Until one day, I suffered an accident on the bike, but this time it was a real accident, I almost lost a leg.

It was really quite bad, the doctor who treated me, was a friend who had been with me on the UCV Olympic wrestling team and he saved my leg, while others said that it couldn't be done and they wanted to amputate it.

He rebuilt my knee with hip bones, and he put two bars and 16 nails on me, so he could save my leg. In addition to the broken bones and the knee split into four pieces, I had muscle breaks, fractures of the tibia and fibula, and a very bad injury, on the left foot.

In the end, I spent more than 6 months in bed, and almost a year and a half, to be able to walk with technical aids, I went through two operations, coupled with intense therapies, to be able to start walking with a cane. And although I walk normally now, I still have a leg injury, as it becomes inflamed when I abuse its use.

The positive and the good thing about the bike, is that even with all the pain, all the trauma, all the anguish and the cost, that the accident had, that situation helped me to change my life.

It helped me to see who the real friends were, what I should really value, and it taught me to see how I wasted my life on meaningless things, it helped me to value family and true friendships and really, it ended up moving my scale of values.

On the other hand, it helped me to value other people and their situations and, it took away a good part of how confusing it was, and I learned that in the worst way, because with the level of dependence I had thanks to the accident, in the first days and months after the accident, I depended on third parties even to be able to drink a glass of water. And there it didn't matter the money, it didn't matter your position, nor your acquaintances, at that moment you are nobody, you are nothing, and you depend on others for the most minino, like drinking water, eating and I don't even comment, the humiliation that one feels to go to the bathroom in those conditions.

The truth is, that living, suffering and feeling that level of dependence, helped me to understand a lot, the vulnerability and the sense of dependence, of people in their different fields, whether it is personal, work or health.

Anyway, a motorcycle accident changed my life and improved my human and family condition.

Thank God, I learned from that process, and I used it to learn to be a better human being, and I am grateful that I don't end up bitter, blaming God, life or a third person for the consequences of my mistakes and my bad decisions.

That's why I always say, that we have to learn from everything that life gives us, from the good, the bad, the pleasant and the painful, that's the only way to grow as a human being and to increase our levels of consciousness.

Thanks for reading me.

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Translated by Yandex

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