Oh the fated day on which my life became that much more precious to me.
I started off that week as any other week starts: with a Monday. This Monday was no different from the ones this summer. Woke up, went to coach swim practice for two hours and then came back home to lounge and escape the heat of the day. Around 3 or 4 pm I got the urge to go for a swim but at that same moment I got a call from one of my buddies, Kyle, asking if I wanted to go on a bike ride. Seeing no harm in working out my legs, I agreed and we set out at around 5 pm. Kyle took me up towards Gambrill State Park, we trudged an awful uphill and yes though I was winded afterwards for not having gone cycling for a good while I still managed. Taking a short break, we overlooked the city of Frederick and even with the humidity it still looked beautiful. Then we took off and went towards the downhill portion of this 30 mile ride. We took a left onto Coxey Brown Road and from there began to fly. I looked down at my speedometer early on and was already at 40 mph without even pedaling. Sidenote here little did I know but I had already lost Kyle on the downhill since for once in my life on a bike ride I was not the lightest cyclist. Then suddenly I was picking up even more speed and got trapped in a wind tunnel of sorts. Safe to assume I was going 50 mph by now, therefore being "stuck" I could no longer turn very well and so when a slight right turn, all I could do was go straight. With that I went off the road into the ditch area, first few thorns and rocks weren't a problem and then lo and behold I'm in the air. I have successfully flipped my bike and am in the midst of a full flip. I landed on my left side on some rocks and thorns and it was here I dislocated my hip/femur. Lying there on the side of the road, I was for the most part "safe". My helmet was still intact but my bike yea not so much. The seat had flown off the bike with me and was right next to me in the thorns and rocks [I'll put some pictures up of the bike and what not soon enough]. I ripped my helmet off and realized that I couldn't move my left leg at all and it hurt oh so much. Seeing my dire predicament, I lay there and when hearing a car in the distance got my helmet ready to throw into the road. Unfortunately the helmet only made it to the shoulder and went unnoticed. Next I opened up my satchel on my seat of the bike, in there were two Nature Valley bars. Heard another car coming and managed to throw one bar full across the road but being so small it went unnoticed as well. With my last bar I threw at the third car and yelled at the top of my lungs. Thankfully the driver had his window down and heard me. Getting out he helped move my legs out of the thorns and flagged another car down which in turn called 911. By this time Kyle had made it back up the hill, realizing that I had to be somewhere up the hill rather than down it. I was then rushed to Frederick Memorial Hospital via ambulance and there they diagnosed me in that all I had done was dislocate my hip and not broken any bones. They then attempted to pop my hip back in and after two attempts saw that it was not possible. So they transferred to University of Maryland Shock Trauma. Here they told me the same thing that the Frederick hospital had told me. They were going to attempt one more time to pop my hip back in but if unsuccessful were going to undergo surgery on it. Going under once more (this time on hardcore drugs) they saw that they couldnt pop it in successfully and went to surgery. They cleared the blood and pieces of cartilage in the hip socket and re-put my femur into place. Well there you have the story on what went down on that fateful day.
Now reflecting I can see that God was working His amazing hand in all of this. Yes I did get injured, but thankfully I broke no bones and even more so I'm still alive! This is proof enough that He has plans for my future. He provided the support I needed from friends and family through all this. Provided the roadside assistance to help find me quickly. And right now is providing His healing hand to my injury.
I have now become living (and scarred) proof of God's grace. A miracle of sorts some would call it.
No matter what people may say now but,...
God is good... ALL the time!
I started off that week as any other week starts: with a Monday. This Monday was no different from the ones this summer. Woke up, went to coach swim practice for two hours and then came back home to lounge and escape the heat of the day. Around 3 or 4 pm I got the urge to go for a swim but at that same moment I got a call from one of my buddies, Kyle, asking if I wanted to go on a bike ride. Seeing no harm in working out my legs, I agreed and we set out at around 5 pm. Kyle took me up towards Gambrill State Park, we trudged an awful uphill and yes though I was winded afterwards for not having gone cycling for a good while I still managed. Taking a short break, we overlooked the city of Frederick and even with the humidity it still looked beautiful. Then we took off and went towards the downhill portion of this 30 mile ride. We took a left onto Coxey Brown Road and from there began to fly. I looked down at my speedometer early on and was already at 40 mph without even pedaling. Sidenote here little did I know but I had already lost Kyle on the downhill since for once in my life on a bike ride I was not the lightest cyclist. Then suddenly I was picking up even more speed and got trapped in a wind tunnel of sorts. Safe to assume I was going 50 mph by now, therefore being "stuck" I could no longer turn very well and so when a slight right turn, all I could do was go straight. With that I went off the road into the ditch area, first few thorns and rocks weren't a problem and then lo and behold I'm in the air. I have successfully flipped my bike and am in the midst of a full flip. I landed on my left side on some rocks and thorns and it was here I dislocated my hip/femur. Lying there on the side of the road, I was for the most part "safe". My helmet was still intact but my bike yea not so much. The seat had flown off the bike with me and was right next to me in the thorns and rocks [I'll put some pictures up of the bike and what not soon enough]. I ripped my helmet off and realized that I couldn't move my left leg at all and it hurt oh so much. Seeing my dire predicament, I lay there and when hearing a car in the distance got my helmet ready to throw into the road. Unfortunately the helmet only made it to the shoulder and went unnoticed. Next I opened up my satchel on my seat of the bike, in there were two Nature Valley bars. Heard another car coming and managed to throw one bar full across the road but being so small it went unnoticed as well. With my last bar I threw at the third car and yelled at the top of my lungs. Thankfully the driver had his window down and heard me. Getting out he helped move my legs out of the thorns and flagged another car down which in turn called 911. By this time Kyle had made it back up the hill, realizing that I had to be somewhere up the hill rather than down it. I was then rushed to Frederick Memorial Hospital via ambulance and there they diagnosed me in that all I had done was dislocate my hip and not broken any bones. They then attempted to pop my hip back in and after two attempts saw that it was not possible. So they transferred to University of Maryland Shock Trauma. Here they told me the same thing that the Frederick hospital had told me. They were going to attempt one more time to pop my hip back in but if unsuccessful were going to undergo surgery on it. Going under once more (this time on hardcore drugs) they saw that they couldnt pop it in successfully and went to surgery. They cleared the blood and pieces of cartilage in the hip socket and re-put my femur into place. Well there you have the story on what went down on that fateful day.
Now reflecting I can see that God was working His amazing hand in all of this. Yes I did get injured, but thankfully I broke no bones and even more so I'm still alive! This is proof enough that He has plans for my future. He provided the support I needed from friends and family through all this. Provided the roadside assistance to help find me quickly. And right now is providing His healing hand to my injury.
I have now become living (and scarred) proof of God's grace. A miracle of sorts some would call it.
No matter what people may say now but,...
God is good... ALL the time!
