Write about now...I'm praying for safe travels for my hubs.My husband loves to ride his dirt bike. He's been riding ever since he was a small child. He has raced in Florida all the way to West Virginia. He's had Hondas, Yamahas, KTMs, and Suzukis, four-strokes and two-strokes, and enough riding gear to fill up a closet. He's also had broken ribs, knee problems, three broken collar bones (one he had surgery to repair only to break it again a few years later), and he's busted up his grill.
I asked him one time about his line in the sand. What was it going to take for him to give up? How many times was he willing to get hurt? When was he going to draw that line in the sand?
I've come to realize there is no line and the only sand in view is roosted from his back tire. For him to give up his bike, would be like me giving up my computer time.
I've come to realize there is no line and the only sand in view is roosted from his back tire. For him to give up his bike, would be like me giving up my computer time.
It is hard for someone like me to understand how he can still enjoy a sport that is so rough on him. I would have given up bikes the first time I fell off. Well, I did. It only took one time of popping the clutch to quickly and riding a wheelie into a sticky bush. When I finally got the hang of riding in a very open field on an RT100, I had to give it up after the kids came along. Mommy duties are hard enough without a cast, traction, or a neck brace.
After enduring sickness this week, along with his job and jury duty, he's off with his guy friends to ride. All week he was afraid that he wouldn't be well enough to go and play, but this morning he felt 100% better. Maybe the sickness had to run its coarse. Maybe his will to get better prevailed. Or maybe it was the prayer of our 7 year old daughter on Wednesday night. "Lord, I hope all the dead people in heaven are okay. And I hope Daddy feels better by Friday morning. Amen."
Write about now..."Lord, watch over my best-friend. Protect him and his friends. Keep him safe and warm. Strengthen his tired body and whisper to his heart that even though his wonderful wife has spent all week dealing with every one's coughs, snots, sniffles, and body aches and has given meds, ran soothing baths, filled up vaporizers, and administered ginger ale and saltines to the weak, she will always take care of him."
My husband is my passion. And as with his bikes, there is and never will be a line in the sand.
After enduring sickness this week, along with his job and jury duty, he's off with his guy friends to ride. All week he was afraid that he wouldn't be well enough to go and play, but this morning he felt 100% better. Maybe the sickness had to run its coarse. Maybe his will to get better prevailed. Or maybe it was the prayer of our 7 year old daughter on Wednesday night. "Lord, I hope all the dead people in heaven are okay. And I hope Daddy feels better by Friday morning. Amen."
Write about now..."Lord, watch over my best-friend. Protect him and his friends. Keep him safe and warm. Strengthen his tired body and whisper to his heart that even though his wonderful wife has spent all week dealing with every one's coughs, snots, sniffles, and body aches and has given meds, ran soothing baths, filled up vaporizers, and administered ginger ale and saltines to the weak, she will always take care of him."
My husband is my passion. And as with his bikes, there is and never will be a line in the sand.
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