But the toughest part is that he gets injured a lot. People ask me all the time if A is a crappy rider because he always crashes. Answer: No. He is actually quite good but he is fearless and competitive and continues to challenge himself to hit bigger jumps, race faster, and so on. His injuries since we have been together include a broken hand, broken and dislocated ankles, broken tibia and broken scapula. Oh ya, and he was hospitalized for pancreatitis due to trauma. None of this compares to what he put me through a few weeks ago. Broken and dislocated clavicle, 7 broken ribs, two collapsed lungs, contusion and 2 lacerations to his left lung. The hospital transported him by ambulance to a nearby trauma hospital and admitted him to the ICU.
|Hospitalized for pancreatitis|
That first night, I hardly slept and prayed that he would fully recover from his injuries. It was the first time I realized that I could lose him to this crazy sport that he loves. After a few days, A was discharged from the hospital and came home to be nursed back to health by his lovely wife (that’s me). He is on the mend and will make a full recovery. Meanwhile, I have to listen to his griping about how bored he is and how he wants to go ride (like tomorrow). Um…that ain’t gonna happen.
Is he done riding? Has he learned his lesson yet? No and no. Riding dirt bikes fulfills A in a way that I can’t even fully comprehend. He will literally ride no matter the cost. That is a scary prospect because I don’t want to see him in a wheelchair or worse.
Passion is something that many people lack in their lives. A is one of the lucky ones because he found his passion early in life. Because riding means everything to him, I have no choice but to continue to support him even though sometimes it makes me cry and want to pull my hair out!