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Fifty kilometers an hour, on a mountain bike.
The adrenaline rush of speed and danger makes one feel vulnerable and invincible at the same time. The dodging of slow, oncoming vehicles struggling uphill, and the cat and mouse chase of motorcycles seamlessly weaving in and out of curves downhill added to our frenzy and lust for speed.
As we rode our bikes down the steep slopes of Busay, Cebu city with my friends and negotiated with the sharp curves and blind curves, there came a steep blind curve where I froze on my tracks. A moment of indecision.
That led me to frantically hit the brakes.
That sent me flying, up in the air; the bike crashed, and i landed with a thud on soft grass and rolled fast down the slope hitting the bottom of a ditch. My head banged on the cement wall of the ditch, and the helmet cracked. If I didn’t have a helmet on, well good thing I did have a helmet.
A few seconds, probably half a minute, I was dazed sitting awkwardly inside the ditch. My face kissing the wall, my body contorted to the U shape of the ditch. I checked my arms and my legs, see if anything was broken. There wasn’t.
So I stood up, much to the bewilderment of the gathering spectators who saw me crash and the two friends who were with me.
I brushed the dirt and grass on my shirt and inspected the wounds I incurred. My friend laughed at me nervously, thanking I didn’t break any of my bones which they expected I would.
Well if you count my other accidents when I was a kid, this is my 7th life. I had dengue fever when I was probably in kindergarten; my mom told me I almost died. I got run over by a tricycle as I crossed a street when I was probably in 1st Grade; I miraculously survived. I remember my wounds on my left shin and on my face that took months to heal. And lastly got my wrist cut by a shard of glass of a tricycle’s shattered window. We were riding that tricycle and it tumbled over as it got hit by a speeding vehicle. The blood spouting from my wrist like a fountain was the last memory I had before I passed out.
For some reason or another, I survived these accidents. It as as if my body bounces back every time it falls down. As what a close friend told me, antibay mo talaga.
But I have a deeper conviction that I still have a lot of things to accomplish in this world. That I could help others be better people, be better humans.
I think that’s what makes me a survivor.