The peculiar thing is that it didn’t hurt, at first that is. Though two weeks on, the aches and pains have become a staple of my day to day life. Not exactly what one expects to feel when hit by a car.

Nevertheless, it could have been worse. I know that I’m rather fortunate (and that is putting it lightly), a short-lived dependence on a crutch is a small price to pay for my negligence. Paying little heed to an axiom ingrained into the subconscious of every 6 year old could have rendered me without use of my legs. Instead, a broken metatarsal and a bone compression in my left arm is the only price my lack of concern for my well being has cost me.

So sitting here (I’ve done a lot of that recently) I’ve been left to ponder. Optimism seems to dominate my generally pessimistic outlook which has frankly surprised me. I don’t perceive myself to be an optimist, but any negative views on my situation have been restricted to my typical meaningless complaining, and truth be told, my heart hasn’t really been into it.

But, I’ve digressed (you’ve seen that I do this rather often) from the point that I have wanted to make, that which was the driving force behind this article (though I fear there is little articulate here) which is the support I’ve received during my period of incapacity. It is more than I could have asked for (but I’d rather you’d never have had to). My house mates, friends and family have gone above, beyond and well out of their way to ensure that I am comfortable and healing well. And I deeply appreciate both their sentiments and their actions. I only pray that none of these people are in a situation where I’d have to reciprocate (but I’d do so in a heartbeat).

Still the only thing I can do now is look forward (and left AND RIGHT) and appreciate the fact that I am truly a very lucky man.

A.R.Sheikh

Stop.Look.Listen.Live.

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