I’m still in bed, waiting for the sun to rise so that I can head out for a ride. The past week has been a reminder of how fragile life truly is.
“On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star”
On Monday, my brother was awakened by his dogs, alerting him to a fire on his property. Their garage was annihilated and their home sustained some damage, but no one was hurt. On Tuesday, my niece was involved in a very serious accident on the expressway. How she escaped with only bruises is beyond my comprehension when I look at the photo of the vehicle.
And the cycling community was shocked and saddened to learn of the death of Amy Dombroski this week. The 26-year old pro cyclocross racer was killed Thursday when she was hit by a truck while training in Belgium. So many cyclists around the world continue to be hurt or killed while out riding. But when it’s a professional and a public figure, it puts a face on exactly how vulnerable we all are.
These things hit me hard this week. Don’t wait to tell people how important they are. Tell them. Today.
“On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are”
And now, daylight has come. The rain that was forecast for this morning has come and gone. It’s time to ride.
Fragile lyrics, by Sting, 1987