Bad Ride Gone Worse
"This is not good," I cried to myself. Everything seemed to be going wrong. All I did was decide to go on a bike ride. And it was my first bike ride of the season. And I went alone. The first thing that happened as I rode about a mile and a half was that I noticed it getting cloudy.
I didn't remember rain in today's forecast, so I rode on. Then about two more miles into the ride, it was pouring. There was no shelter nearby. Like anything could be worse than being stuck outside, alone, with no where to go in the middle of a rainstorm.
I didn't have my jacket because it was warm and sunny when I left. Now the water cooled me to the point that I was shivering, so I was sneezing and had a runny nose. It was like I had caught the first cold of the season. Spring always has weird, unpredictable weather, I reminded myself.
I turned back toward home, riding my bike uphill. It always sucks to ride uphill, and it was even worse with the rain. Especially with no large trees to block the raindrops. Then the storm became way more intense. I saw a flash in the sky and a lightning bolt struck a power line. The sound it gave off was so loud that I was stunned for a brief moment and lost control of my bike.
My bike jumped a small branch on the path and the wheel slid into the mud. My kneecap hit the asphalt hard as the bike went down. It happened so fast, the next thing I knew I was in fetal position hugging my bloody knee. It was more painful than I could ever imagine. It stung as if someone was cutting my leg with a knife from the inside. I screamed and cried at the top of my lungs though I was sure that no one could hear me. That's what you get for moving to a rural area; nobody is around to help you when you need it the most.
When I finally regained my self control, I remembered the bag I had brought with me. It was lying in the grass, not far out of reach. I stretched over and grabbed the heavy sack with all my strength. I emptied it.
The paraphernalia I had brought didn't include anything I needed at the moment. It consisted of a camera, some lotion, a water bottle and my wallet, as well as a heavy pile of useless junk. No bandages, wraps, or even a cell phone. I left my stupid cell phone recharging in my bedroom. Brianna, you're an idiot, I told myself. What kind of person who owns a cell phone would leave it at home when they were going on a long bike ride? Obviously somebody like me.
I remembered that I was bleeding, so I took off my yellow hoodie, making myself even colder, and wrapped it around the wound. I prayed that the bleeding would stop from the pressure put on it, and that I could walk again soon.
My bike was trashed. I couldn't get myself up yet. There was no one around for miles, and I had absolutely no way of contacting anybody. Nothing, absolutely nothing could utterly be worse than this. And all I did was decide to go on a bike ride. This truly was a day from Hell, and I was going to lay here, lonely, in pain while I starve or freeze to death. What a nightmare. I was going to die. There was no doubt in my mind about it.
Thunder rumbled in the background, adding to my dark mood. My honey blond was soaked with water and now looked brown. I was losing track of time. How long have I been laying here? An hour? Three hours, maybe more or less? I had no clue. My cell phone had always been my watch. The daylight was dimming. It was getting later. I couldn't see the sun, but I knew it was at least five o'clock, if not later.
I attempted to push myself up again. Hands on the ground and legs slowly lifting my body upward. Suddenly, a burst of light exploded from the sky, a thousand times brighter than the sun. I lost my focus and stumbled back into the wet grass.
My body felt disgusting. Hunger and thirst afflicted me and reminded me I was still alive. My body shivered as if I was going into hypothermia. I closed my eyes and swore. "Shit," I repeated. "You win! I give up! Do as you fucking please!" I shouted as if I was giving up to God himself. He didn't really care about me anymore. If he did, I wouldn't be in this situation in the first place.
I closed my eyes again and focused on not thinking about the pain. I thought about my family that I'd leave behind when I would die. I thought about school and my friends I would never get to say goodbye to. I thought about the many guys I've had crushes on and would never get to date. I thought about everything I would miss out on. College, marriage, starting a family, growing old with my husband. I was only fifteen. I'd never even get my driver's license! Why was this even happening to me? What choice did I have?
My mind was still in a dreamy haze caused by the excruciating pain in my leg when I heard a sound. It was almost alarming, but calming at the same time. I couldn't make it out. I saw flashing lights in pretty colors. White, red, blue and some yellow. I thought it was heaven opening up to me, and angels coming to take my soul away from my damaged body. Then I heard voices. Actual voices. My thoughts rearranged themselves and I realized that I was being rescued. I was going to live!
Though I was in a daze at the time, I still remember what happened. The comforting faces as I was lifted onto a stretcher and carried into the ambulance. I was driven to the local hospital. When I was completely conscious, the doctor asked me what happened and I told her everything I remembered.
I broke my knee and had ten stitches and a cast on my leg. I was diagnosed with a weak case of pneumonia, which they gave me antibiotics for. I found out how I was saved, too. The reason was that my brother and fellow bicycler, Jeff, became worried when he saw the storm outside and noticed that I didn't bring my cell phone. He couldn't wait for me to get back any longer, so he drove his car down the road beside the bike trail. He found me on the ground, practically unconscious, and he called 911.
That was a day I will never forget. The day I almost died. But, gratefully, I was saved, all thanks to my big bro. I love him so much for being my savior. I don't know if I can ever repay him. I owe my life to him. Not only did I develop renewed love toward my brother, but I've learned a few lessons too. Always check the forecast right before you ride. And always, and I me always, bring a charged-up cell phone. You wouldn't want to get killed out there, would you? You wouldn't want a bad ride to go worse like mine did? So I give you the best advice I've ever given: ride safe!