Today I drove by the same spot where I got into a motorbike accident 3 yrs ago with my then partner.
I slowed down, my mind replayed the collision. Felt the gravel in my skin and blood running down my knees.
I stood there until the discomfort stopped, then I rode off. pic.twitter.com/6P5Sp0NOwx
So many times after the accident I replayed that night in my head wishing things had gone differently.
Maybe if we left when it was still light out. Maybe if I was driving instead. Maybe if he didn't get angry, maybe if I had just trained harder and fought earlier. Maybe...
But seeing that spot again reassured that life carried on. At first unforgivingly, then thankfully.
This road is now paved. A roadside shack where a family helped us is replaced by a walled-off house. My old gym down the street is gone.