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A Recipe for Forgiveness
The Best Day and the Worst Day of My Life
The best day and the worst day of my life are actually the same. For several years, I had a reoccurring dream that I would be involved in a horrific accident. My dream gave all the details right down to the exact minute it would occur.
When the night finally arrived, I was riding my motorcycle down a very busy highway in Chicago. I was driving 50 miles per hour in the right lane when an 18-wheeler truck started to pass me on the left at 70 to 80 miles per hour. As the truck pulled alongside me the driver began merging into my lane.
Time slowed as I was broadsided by the zooming truck and sent flying in the air with my motorcycle on a series of 10 cartwheels that stretched far down the road. On the first cartwheel, my motorcycle landed on the lower part of my right leg and bent it 90 degrees. In the second cartwheel, my knee smashed into the gas tank and shattered my hip and pelvis. I was flung like a rag doll as he continued down the road never to stop or be caught.
I lay broken in the middle of an 8-lane highway with cars swerving around me praying to gods I had never prayed to before. Blood poured out of me like a swollen river bursting out of its banks. I kept waiting for a car to finish me off when two men stopped their car and blocked my broken body…
