Dem Bones...

No, I'm not shooting you the bird! That's really not my nature. Unless of course your cutting me off when I'm on the motorcycle then you may get the one finger salute from me. That's the index finger on my left hand and yes, the tip is smashed. I thought about posting the gruesome photos of the tip hanging off but decided that wasn't necessary. I'll save those for Halloween...moohaahaa! The little pieces you see are just some happy little bones floating around in plasma and muscle. After seeing the Doc and having him assess the situation I was getting more concerned when he said "Boy, you really did a number on this finger." It turns out I may be looking at about 3 months to rehab my digit. I felt a wave of panic come over me after hearing that. No riding + no tattooing + no playing the drums = buuuummmmmmeeerrrrrr!!! My head started racing a bit as the reality set in of what has happened and my thoughts started to get way ahead of me. My mind was putting me in all sorts of terrible scenarios and self pity was trying to creep in. Then I remembered something...This crash happened to me the night I went to a benefit show for a friend who is battling cancer. A young guy with a great wife and a beautiful little girl. Everyday I get on my motorcycle I'm at risk for crashing and possibly hurting myself or losing my life and that is a choice I have made as a rider. This young guy didn't jump on a bike and say "Whoa there's a nasty turn up ahead, I hope I don't get cancer!" He is now forced to take each day, each moment as it comes and get the treatment that he needs in hopes that he can beat that cancer. The last thing the doctor said to me was " Don't worry we're gonna fix ya up." I have a feeling that's not what our friend heard from any doctor.
Some people's hardships come to pass quickly, others longer and still others end with hardship. Nothing stays the same no matter what, things will always change for better or for worse. We really have only the moment that we are in. We should do our best not to be carried away by fear and worry. This crash could have taken my life and maybe I was traveling too fast and running away from myself. I've got two banged up hands and a banged up knee and no choice but to slow down. Time to go back to oneself and be mindful in a way that I never lose myself.

Good night all.
Jim