A Little Luck Keeps Me Breathing - 05.01.00|
I was thinking about what I should write about this week when suddenly the idea came into my head to talk about different times in my life when only some small measure of luck saved me from being either disfigured or killed.
I must have not been thinking very clearly at that moment because I climbed over the railing, leaned out slightly from it and made the jump over to the other side. In the split-second that I was in mid-air, I realized just how stupid my act was. My shoulder barely cleared the corner of the building, and I fell forward when I landed, staying as far away as possible from the two-story drop. After picking up the frisbee and tossing it to my friends, I still had the issue of crossing back over to the railing, but knocked on the library window instead and went back down through the safety of the school.
Just as the doors were closing, I glanced through the closing doors to see someone rushing into the lobby to hit the button and secure a spot on the elevator with me. Instead of going for the door-open button on the inside, I stuck my arm out straight in front of me between the closing doors, knowing that it would trigger the safety guard and they'd pop right back open again for the person hailing me.
Instead, the doors closed right up on my arm and the elevator started moving upward, jerking my arm downward through the slit in the door. Instinctively, I yanked my arm out of the crack and fell backwards against the wall, my heart racing.
The next day, my entire forearm was bruised and sore from having raked it across the door, but I learned not to always count on safety releases.
Fortunately, there were no other cars coming through the intersection at the same time as me, otherwise I could have easily ended up being badly hurt or even killed in the accident. It all happened back before I started wearing a biking helmet and somehow I only managed one small cut on my ankle and a broken toe clip on my bike.
Since that time, I've had dreams that were variations on the accident, and they all involve me sustaining severe body damage from the incident. I had one dream where I was going through the same as before, but as soon as I had hit the pavement, a car came flying through the intersection, unable to stop and ran over me, smashing my ribcage and legs like matchsticks and leaving me a crumpled heap. In another, I was hit by a car going the same direction as I was on my way down and I bounced off the windshield and up over the car as it crunched over my bike.
Lately, I've been trying to be more careful.