The Day Death Changed Me

The Day I died

The day before my unfortunate event I saw an old friend of mine , I hadn't seen him in months. We engaged in conversation , had a few drinks, and decided to go have dinner. This was when I found out he had a motorcycle; however, it wasn't just any motorcycle it was a crotch rocket and lime green at that. So as you can imagine my eyes and heart were already in love. He then whisked me away to our endless adventure half way across Atlanta .

The ride was invigoration. A beautiful rush. Freedom that could never be put to words. The wind was in my hair, and all I could think about was that state of ecstasy . It was a high I had never experienced in my life, and I never wanted it to end. Sadly I have to admit that time stays still for no one. So when the night ended i decided I was addicted, all I ever wanted for the rest of my life was to ride.

Then next morning I woke up to any other day the only difference was I had a heavy feeling I couldn't seem to shake. I sent it to the back of my head and ignored it (little did i know that would be the biggest mistake of my life) . I went to work and watched the day fly by me . I could't recall any customer I served or any order I took. All I knew was that I had made just enough money to buy a motorcycle jacket and that was what I was going to do .

As soon as I was home, I ran to my friends house (I wanted to ride more than I cared to live). He had already looked up the nearest Harley Davidson store , so we were set and ready to start our journey. Our first stop was a gas station , He needed to fill up his tank and I needed cigarettes. While I was getting off the bike i scratched the side of my leg on the muffler. I remember him asking if I wanted to go home and just get the jacket tomorrow. But my mind was set long before our journey started . I was going to get that jacket! Determined i replied "I can handle a few scratches and bruises, this is nothing".

That was when everything began to get weird for me . When I climbed on the back of his death machine . I saw flashes ,not of the past, but of my future. I was on the ground and blood was pouring from every limb on my body . I knew by the end of that day I would be in the hospital. I ignored this warning assuming I was going insane and watched the road ahead of me become the road behind me. I felt like Super Woman. Like I could have been flying . Ignoring the heavy feeling in my gut gave me power and and a high that I thrived for.

My right hand was wrapped around him and my left hand was on my leg. The car in front of us wasn't going fast enough for my drivers taste so we swerved to the next lane and he accelerated. That was the second of my life I knew I would die.

I flew off the back and went diving for the concrete. My body rolled and rolled . All I can remember thinking was will it ever stop? Will I live through this? Will a car run over me? Will I be saved? What will my family think , And will I get fired from my job? Luckily for me i didn't die, But the old me did.

The rolling finaly stopped and I was frozen on the ground. I looked up to see that the car behind me had stopped while it was turning into the next lane. An angel picked me up and walked to me the margin. Though many wont believe this i have to say i do , because I know I didn't have the strength to do that on my own.

My eyes looked around to take it all in ,and that was when I saw my first angel. Her beat up red car stopped a few feet away from where my body layed .She opened her door and ran to my side. Her voice was heavenly when she asked if I needed an ambulance . I told her I would be ok and that there was no need. Then I looked down. My clothes were torn to shreds. My body was covered in blood and I couldn't move my right hand or bend my left arm. Rivers poured from my eyes. I couldn't speak but she was already on the phone with an emergency dispatch. All I could do was cry .

Cars went by me staring in wonder. Officers were everywhere around me. Paramedics where rushing me into the ambulance. There where noises all around but all I could hear was the sound of my tears hitting the ground.

TO Be Continued...

this story will soon be continued and followed up with . Please look for my next chapters "Physical Recovery" and "Mental Recovery" coming soon!!!!!!!

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Cloverleaf 5 years ago from Calgary, AB, Canada

Hi Silent Sinner,

Welcome to HubPages!

What a gripping story. I was mesmerized from start to finish! Can't wait for your next chapters now. Keep on writing!

Voting up,

Cloverleaf.


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

Awww thank you Cloverleaf ! I appreciate your support so much !


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rockdresses 5 years ago from Turkey

A stunning story! I like your style! Thanks a lot for your kind sharing!


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

Thank you Rockdresses . I seem to have writers block for my next chapter . I believe the support is helping clear it :) It motivates me and means the world to me to receive great feedback !


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iQwest 5 years ago from San Francisco, CA

As Cloverleaf noted, "What a gripping story." Your writing style is very captivating. I look forward to what comes next ....


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stayingalivemoma 5 years ago from Tempe, Arizona

Just absolutely unbelievable. I can't wait to read the next hub.

*Just a quick note, you may want to re-proofread it for errors.

Welcome to HubPages!Voted up and awesome!


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

thank you everyone for the support . I plan to proofread tomorrow when my mind will be fresh from some much needed rest.

Much love,

SS


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Denise Handlon 5 years ago from North Carolina

Welcome to Hubpages Silent Sinner. Awesome beginning...can't wait to read what happens next. You have managed to make this realistic and believable, as if you have first hand experience...now, take it into the next thing that would naturally occur and don't over analyze-just let it flow. It's sounding great so far!


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

Well thank you Denise. i will have to admit though , I did experience it.

I am excited to start the next chapter .

Again thank you for the great feed back .


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moonlake 5 years ago from America

What a story your so lucky your alive.

Last year just on the corner from our house a couple riding a bike at night in the country ran into a deer. They both died. The terrible part his brother had just died the week before. What those parents had to go through.

Our son was riding his bike on the same road when a man opened the door to his car right in front of our son. Thank goodness, he made it but with lots of left over pain from that accident.

I have to say I hate bikes. My husband, my son and my brother-in-law have all had accidents on them.

Good hub voted up.


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

Thank you . Yea, motorcycles are currently my enemy . I still cant even look at one without getting flashbacks. i'm sorry to hear about your family . I would advise them to stay on four wheels. :) Good luck with them !


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annmackiemiller 5 years ago from Bingley Yorkshire England

nice one - voted up and awesome


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gracenotes 5 years ago from North Texas

silent sinner,

Well written hub. Welcome to HubPages, and may you prosper here.

I was married to a man who just loved motorcycles. By mutual decision, we were going to get divorced. It was amicable enough. But before this happened, my husband was cruising on his bike to go to a rent house he owned, and a guy in a van ran a stop sign. My husband couldn't keep from hitting the van, but had been riding bikes for so long (30 years or so) that he said he knew what to do. My husband, wearing no helmet, crashed into the van's side, and came away with nothing more than a sprained finger after a spill off his bike. I thank the Lord to this day that he was spared serious injury.

That accident happened in the autumn a few days after the change-over from Daylight Savings Time. I've always known about the increasing motor accidents right after time switches, and so I devoutly wish we didn't have DST in the United States.

I'm not scared of motorcycles. What scares me is that I might not spot one someday when I'm out driving my car, and I might run into a motorcyclist. I think one gentleman at work had it right -- he took to wearing an orange fluorescent bib over his clothes. No doubt, he did this after being in a bike accident and bouncing off the pavement a few times. He was so lucky, too, that he was wearing a helmet and didn't have any lasting injuries. By the way, there are no helmet laws in my state.


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

Gracenotes, I was shocked to hear about your husband. I cant believe it honestly .he must have been seriously skilled. I couldn't imagine ran with a motorcycle, and the fact that there isn't a helmet law is appalling . Mine saved my life , and kept my face untouched.

When i went to Florida this year my body would get chills from the sight of riders without helmets . I cant say that I would have never been that stupid,though. I guess experience is key .


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homesteadbound 5 years ago from Texas

Definitely a very gripping story. It's amazing that you are here to tell about it. Looking for the rest of the story! Very good writing style.


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

Thank you homesteadbound I have been working on the second part for a while.. i am stuck when it comes to words. It is hard for me to describe my recovery .the rest of my story will be true challenge.


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AEvans 5 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

Very good! I am happy that you are here and able to share your story. :)


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the clean life 5 years ago from New Jersey Shore

First off Welcome to Hubpages and I am so glad you are here to write your story. Great job on this hub and can't wait to read more of what happened next. Motorcycles need to be respected for sure. I have had many and have had a few accidents as well. Keep up the great work and I'll be looking for part two. Voted UP


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gracenotes 5 years ago from North Texas

Well, Silent Sinner, my ex-husband's rationale for not wearing a helmet was that (1) he had hearing loss in one ear, and wearing a helmet made it harder to hear and (2) wearing a helmet reduced his peripheral vision.

In the crash I described, the motorcycle had minor damage, plus a slightly bent frame. The van had enough damage for body shop work on its side. The van was driven by one of our former medical students (I worked in a medical school at the time) who could have administered aid on the spot, if any injuries had happened, which they didn't. A miracle -- I see them all the time in God's providential care.

By the way, ex-hubby now rides a Harley. It took him years to buy one. He never liked them, nor the way they are engineered. But now he has one, and he says part of the reason for his ownership is that "the pipes are so loud that people can hear you coming." Makes sense to me!

Looking forward to hearing about your long recovery.


Aka Professor M 5 years ago

@Silent Sinner: First thank you for the fan mail and doing me the Honor of becoming my latest follower, Silent Sinner! Have just finished reading this initial chapter

I can see that your writing abilities are not limited to Poetry either, my friend.

This graphic expose is a very descriptive, biographical and extremely vivid narrative of your all to close brush with the hereafter. This has the earmarks of the sort of realism that comes only from a first hand experience of such an event.

These are the hardest to write because of the intense personal connection you as both the victim / character and the author share in the scene because they are raw & real. Being able to share in such detail these events, as you have here, Silent Sinner, proves to me that you are a writer!

Welcome to HubPages and know that I will be now humbly joining the ranks of your followers as well, my friend!

This gets Voted up and all the buttons that matter are being pushed as well!

Regards Mike (Aka Professor M!) ;D


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

Thank you once again professor . This means a lot to me knowing it comes from someone with great experience. I am glad you enjoy my writing. I hope to one day truly inspire people as you have inspired me.

~SS~


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Denise Handlon 5 years ago from North Carolina

SS-boy do I feel stupid re-reading my comment. I started reading the second part and it was not until I saw the photo that I realized it was a nonfiction piece-obviously, I did not click back to read your previous response to my comment.

No wonder it was so realistic! Duh! LOL I'm glad that you survived to tell the story! How awful for you. I'm heading back to part 2 to finish reading this one.


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Fennelseed 5 years ago from Australia

I feel your pain in the photos and your words. I can relate to your passion for the rush and the exhileration, unfortunaltey it was fraught with danger. My son had the same obsession for that extreme fix. I am glad I have read this and look forward to reading more of your pieces. Thank you for this insight and for sharing your story.


Bg 5 years ago

I have been riding for over 45 years and have never had an accident. Not that the potential hasn't been there. I truly ride in such a manner that I ALWAYS expect car drivers to do the wrong thing.


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Silent Sinner 5 years ago Author

You are A very smart driver Bg

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