Fate or Luck?

Author's Note: Have you ever regretted doing something because you got injured? Find out what can happen in my story.

Fate or Luck?

 The road is bumpy on the trail as you hobble up the hill on your brand new bike. You finally reach the top you pause for a moment to catch your breath. Soon after, you start whipping down the hill. The peaceful ride now ends, your tire goes flat, skidding and bumping instead of riding now. With no control you swerve right and topple over the steep hill. As you fall, you hit your head on a rock and lose consciousness. Hours later you wake up to find yourself stuck to a branch just before you would have fallen to great pain or even death. I remember this like yesterday. This is a phenomenal  learning  experience that will stay with me forever.

How astonishing, a new bike, a thrill ride of joy. Nothing brings a child more happiness than a brand new bike on their birthday. For me this was no simple happiness, no simple gift, no simple experience. This was my winning lottery ticket. I never have or will experience something as dazzling like this for the rest of my life. They say money can’t buy happiness, but that law was just broken.  As I was riding my bike around or driveway, grinning ear to ear, my dad calls out,

“Want to go take a test drive on the ol’ Rocky Trail?”

“Really!” , I burst out, “When can we go?”

When we arrived at the Rocky Trail we pulled our bikes out of the trunk and started pacing on the trail. The trail was actually pretty dangerous. Large rocks and brushwood cluttered the path and there were huge cliffs to your right. These things hadn’t bothered us for years and we didn’t think they would harm us. We biked along until we got to a fork in the path. Both sides come back together but me and my dad have races to see who gets there first. We set up at our “starting line” and BOOM! The imaginary blank is shot and off we went.

I started gaining tons of speed, this bike was much faster than my old one. An adrenaline rush spiked through my body as I went faster and faster, getting dangerously careless for this trail. Suddenly I saw the colossal hill. I kicked it into high gear and started storming up the hill. When I finally reached the top my mind wanted to continue but my body forbid it. I stopped for a moment attempting to catch my  breath but my bike was calling to me and soon I was flashing down the hill. But not far down my tire goes flat and I lose control of the bike. Skidding down the hill out of control the bike swerved right and I flew right off the path.

The experience of this event will stay with me for the rest of my life. I don’t know if it was fate or just chance that saved me there but I am grateful. I hope to never have to go through something luck this again. Next time it might turn out different.