I’ve always loved riding my bike. It allows me to feel free and to travel where I want to. Long bike rides in the park or in town, they bring me joy and relaxation that I rarely get anywhere else. But sometimes what you’d least expect happens.

A short bike ride home from work ends up leading to a night in the hospital. I got hit by a car. It wasn’t their fault. It wasn’t mine. It just happened. But my night in the hospital began in the ER. Then lead to the OR. And then it went to the morgue.

That’s right, I’m dead. My life is over. And that’s okay. Really. I’ll be fine. I don’t know what comes next but whatever it is, I’ll live there in peace.

For all I see is a shining white light. And it’s beautiful and hypnotic. Maybe it will lead to my next home.

So mom, dad, and my family and friends; I’ll be okay and so will you. Just please, if you go out riding bikes, make sure you can be seen so what happened to me never happens again.