The past two days have been rather eventful and thought-provoking for our family. On Monday, Scott got up, close and personal with a black bear during his morning run. He had stopped to pick some blackberries (we just can't get enough!) and turns out there was a bear on the other side of the bush, about 10 feet from where he was standing. Scared him nearly to death. But Tuesday was the real kicker when he was hit by a motorcyclist while driving home from work. He was making a left-hand turn in a turn lane and the guy whizzed up beside him, on the left (!) and ran into Scott's car. It sent the motorcycle flying through the air end over end and landed only inches from a lady walking on the sidewalk, who immediately collapsed and broke into tears. Meanwhile the motorcyclist was flying through the air and landed on the cage covering an elevated sidewalk. Below, on the other side, were hundreds of cars in the middle of rush hour traffic. Thankfully he had the presence of mind to hold onto the cage and was able to pull himself to safety. The whole thing completely rattled Scott and we have just been giving lots of hugs and saying "I love you" over and over since he got home last night. The whole thing sort of makes me want to crawl into a little safe corner and not have to deal with the outside world, although I know that's no way to live. Instead I will just pretend I'm staying in this teepee for the day with a big pile of books to keep me distracted.
via The Glow