I would like all of the women on this board to read this. I don't want anyone to misread, or take this the wrong way, so I'll tell you now, this is in praise of my wife. And if it wasn't for her, I might not be standing here today.
Last Saturday at a MX, I had a wreak and messed up my back pretty good. Thank God, there is no nerve damage. Not really a big deal, I'm sure people have broke their back worse, but their are a couple of bones towards the bottom of your back (kinda like ribs), and these are the bones I broke. Sorry I can't be more specific, but the Dr. was explaining it, just as the Morphine was being put in my IV . And I was too happy to get out of there 2 days later too ask any questions (I'm the kind that just loathes hospitals). But the scary part came at the track, when my body quit rolling and I was lying there face down in the dirt with terrible pain. I couldn't move my legs WHAT (I'm sitting here telling myself) this isn't hapining to me. This was the 2nd moto, 60 seconds ago I was reassuring my wife nothing was going to happen, I wasn't going to ride over my head, and that I wouldn't get hurt. Now I'm sitting hear laying on the ground and I can't move my legs It was weird, because my wife and those reassurances I gave her, were all I could think of. It took me about 60 seconds before I could move my legs (I was trying to stand before my wife got to where I was laying), my wife was screaming to me, with tears flowing out her eyes, (while the EMT's held her back) asking in her own way (that only I would understand) if I was going to be alright. Now there is probably some Medical explanation for why or how I started feeling my legs and was able to get up, but I know in my heart it was because of my wife. I saw the hurt I was going thru right then, was also in her heart (I could see it in her eyes). I knew right then, that I didn't want her (or my son) to take care of me in that way. I had also made a promise to her 60 seconds ago. You see, my wife hates motorcycles, not just a dislike, I mean really hates them. But being the kind, unselfish, person she is, she tolerates them because of the passion I have for them. She was there at the track to support me, but didn't watch the 1st moto (because she didn't want to see me get hurt). So I promised her that if she would watch the 2nd, I wouldn't push it (which I didn't), wouldn't rail it (which I didn't), and wouldn't get hurt (I already know this was stupid to say, so don't flame me). So she did, and look at what I forced her to witness, her husband getting to lay there paralized. Now don't get me wrong, the EMTs took some convincing to let me move, and also helped me to my arse, and get up (thanxs guys), but I had to because she was about to make her way around the 2 corner workers who were holding her back .But I did make it from laying there, to sitting, and eventually to standing, because of her. So Leslie thank you. I love you. And I can never repay you
Craig