Fairy Crash Godmother.

Tonight I wanted to head out somewhere for a coffee where I wouldn't see the usual suspects and would be able to walk sumo and do some reflecting.

The rest of this post may be a mess. I am feeling kind of emotional.

I stayed close to home and went to a Tim Horton's near by.

When I pulled into the parking lot a group of motorcycles caught my attention (I miss riding still to this day, and I am working with a new client that sells an aftermarket item that is great for bikes). I thought this would be a great opportunity to approach these guys and promote the company I am working for.

Long story short, there was a young woman in a wheelchair talking to the group. I had one of the riders introduce me to her. Her name is Lisa and she was T-Boned in an intersection by a drunk driver... Her situation was touch and go. Broken bones, head injury, cuts, bruises, nerve damage and a severed artery but, now she is sitting before me. I am in awe! I love how we were able to understand each other. This is truly the first time that I have ever met anyone who understood what I went through. 

Her spirit is strong, her passion for riding is reminiscent of what mine was during my recovery period. She looked at the bikes with longing as I did.

I feel like we're kindred spirits and I want to be her Fairy Crash Godmother! You know? Things like help her through the hard spots - be there for her when no one else gets what's going through her head. She's going to have some crazy bouts with anger and depression and the physical recovery! All things I am (way) familiar with. 

 

After talking to Lisa for a while it seems like she is going to be an inspiration to people who meet her for years to come. 

It was an honour to meet you Lisa, and it would be totally awesome if we became friends. 

Lisa, cheers to you, your passion and your recovery. If we never meet again, I would wish the world for you. 

How it all began.....

It was Aug 2002 I was riding my motorcycle southbound on Yonge St. when WHAM... Hit by a car.
What ensued? Quite a few months of being bed ridden, heavy physio, continued cognitive exercises, post traumatic stress disorder and a new me....

I broke more bones in one shot than most people do in a life time, but I'm still here, sometimes I wonder why but that's just the way it is.

Now, every August I celebrate my new birthday or as my closest friends know it my "Crash Birthday". I feel as if I had to put away the old Chris (Kind of like mourning the loss of a close relative) and begin "living" as the new not really improved Chris. One of the little things I do is buy something small from T&co. every year. It's a small reminder of something that has left such a huge impression on my life.

I still don't know if I should be thankful that I made it. Sometime I struggle with why I was spared and others I know didn't make it. (deaths and injury are common place amongst motorcyclists in the Greater Toronto Area due to the sheer lack of care that other motorists display when driving (if you can call it that) their vehicles on the roads around here, and the lack of well maintained roads and highways).

I was a thin girl with LONG straight hair. I was going through a hard time then. I didn't have a job, and was trying to decide what path I wanted to take.

I had only completed a couple of years of University and I felt like I was completely lost...

Since then: Continued to ride, Yamaha rz 350, Yzf 750R, and an R6, Started a motorcycle forum and eventually took it down, started a motorcycle
club, threw one hell of an end of season bash for charity, designed and sold clothing to raise money for the club, rode Deals Gap Hwy129 ,I have completed a couple of certificates (3 to be exact) Started a business (not doing so hot right now... but I'm sure it will get better.) got engaged, got married and bought a condo with my husband. I tell all the important people that I love them, and try to show them every day. (those are the positive things)

I have put on weight, still struggle cognitively and physically, and still don't know where life is going to take me... and somehow I always wonder if today is going to be my last... (obviously the negative things)

At first after the accident every one used to say I seemed so ANGRY... I was I guess. Angry at the world, and the master plan if there is one.

Since then I've become quite a lot more patient, and not prepared to fight any one at any time.
I might even be patient to a fault, and want to avoid confrontation at almost any cost.
It's so weird how one person can go from one extreme to another in a few years. I used to have to see a Neuro-psychologist and see told me how these these things are normal, even if it didn't feel that way to me.

Out of it all I found that only 3 friends in my life really meant it when they said they'd be there for me no matter what, and they are. I'm lucky to have them.

I did get back on the horse. I rode for a couple of years after the crash.

















I can't tell you how much I miss riding. It was the one thing that I loved more than anything else in the world.

The Condo my husband and I bought is right by the DVP, and I can hear them flying by every night... *sigh* one day....

to be continued....