When your riding your bike there’s a thing you just dread. Like some idiot in a car doing a u-turn ahead. Guess you can figure out what would come next. It when boom it went bang, I could have been dead.
Won’t speak of the pain cause I’ve blotted it out, but you can imagine I’ll bet that it gave a fair clout. I slammed into that car and they chopped off my leg, gave me a prosthesis to get around on instead. Still, it takes time and more time to reset your brain, so what sometimes comes next can be a real pain.
My leg is a phantom an illusion and all, such a phantom that sometimes I end up on the floor. That phantom’s a trickster and laughs at my plight, and waits ’til I take the fake off at night. These days I laugh too ’cause it was so long ago. You’d think my brain would remember it’s no longer go, go, go.
BY D GRANT 2020
Harry shared his story with me a couple of months ago. He was 25 when he had his motorbike accident. He would be in his late 30’s now. He lives near the beach in a small coastal town about 3 hours out of Sydney and has no trouble hanging out with his mates on the beach. Impressed that he can navigate that sand. Had to laugh along with him when he shared about falling over because he forgot to put his leg on. The guys a true inspiration. He really goes with the flow.