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Laughing With You, Not At You

          Let’s be honest… we’ve all been embarrassed.

          How many times have you tripped over nothing or ripped your pants, and hoping nobody witnessed your debacle? 

          The worst are those that happen at the most inopportune times…

          Like a wedding or on your way into a very important meeting when all you can do is turn 3 shades of red and hope for the best.

          There are a few ways you can deal with the situation…

          First, you can act like nothing happened and go about your business, or you can try to crack a joke like,

          “The floor just reached up and tried to trip me! Did you see that?”

          But the worst thing you can do is let it ruin your day.

          Why?

          Because everybody, every single person on the planet has had that moment, and more often than not, they’re very sympathetic to your situation.

          Oh, they may laugh at first, but be assured they’re laughing with you… not at you.

          The choice of how you react is up to you.

          Let me tell you about one of those moments that happened to me jus the other day…

          It was a beautiful day for riding so I pulled out of my driveway on my bike and headed north.

          Like I just said, it was a beautiful day, nice and cool so I just kept riding, taking in the nice weather, something that always makes the ride more enjoyable.

          I was feeling great!

          After I hit the fifteen mile marker, I decided I had enough, and turned around and headed home before I got too into the weather and rode clear to the Florida state line!

          So far everything had gone really well.

          At one point during the ride, I have to cross a 6 lane road with a rather wide median, while it can be a bit tricky to cross, I usually have no problem with it.

          I had passed it without incident on my way out, but now on my way home, disaster was about to strike, and I there was nothing I could do about it.

          I arrived at the intersection and had to stop, as traffic would not allow me to cross at that time, so I rested a moment and waited for an opening so I could cross to the median.

          The opening arrived so I pushed off and rode to the center.

          Before I hit the climax, in order for you to get the entire picture, I have to tell you something about riding with bike shoes…

          Bike shoes are specially designed to connect with the bike pedal, so there is no slippage as you ride, and there for avoid most accidents.

          However, while it’s not hard to release your foot from the pedal, it can be treacherous as it does take a little more effort to take your foot off than just stepping off in tennis shoes.

          So I had to pause at the intersection, so I released my left foot but, in a momentary lapse in judgment, leaned to the right, when I should have leaned to the left.

          I leaned past my center of gravity and knew immediately I was in trouble.

          My right foot was still clipped in and I couldn’t get it unclipped, disbelief and confusion set in and all was lost.

          Then it seemed as if everything went into slow motion…

          The pavement coming up towards me, the cars driving by…

          I was on my to the ground and I knew it was going to be a painful landing.

          I knew I wouldn’t get hit by a car, as I was in the median, but the I new that I was about to have some new road rash, and all I could hope for is that I wouldn’t mess up my bike.

          I hit the ground and there was pain, a little blood, and a whole lot of embarrassment;  I knew that the whole world saw me hit the ground, and with my body, my dignity as well.

          I assessed my one-man show for the motorist and I had a bruised shoulder and bloody knee but I didn’t scratch my new bike.

          Wounds heal but scratches are forever.

          I thought about what just happened, pictured it from a spectators view and broke into laughter.

          Before this happened, when I would leave for a ride, Rosemary would always say “be careful”…

          Since the accident, she now says, “please be careful”.

          My message is we should be able to laugh at ourselves.

          Accidents and situations happen and if we end up with a few scrapes and bruises, but get to stay out of the hospital or morgue,  then we fared rather well.

          Step back and look at the situation you just went through as if you’re a spectator, and more often than not, you’ll have a good laugh.

          Life sure is a lot easier when we can laugh at ourselves, and remember, those folks laughing with you have also had plenty of embarrassing moments…

          And after the laughter stops, they’ll probably tell you all about it.

          Go out there and have a good laugh and enjoy life.

          Never say “I’m too old” or “I can’t”… because you’re not and you can.
 

MIZPAH!

Doc

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