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Every now and then, I am cruising down the road called life and encounter a sign - Slow Down. Of course, I don't always follow the sign, thinking it as more of a suggestion rather than a necessity. And - BAM! Life reminds me that I should have listened. I should have followed directions. After my recent bicycle accident, I don't need a roadside sign. My body tells me, more like screams at me. It's frustrating to go from 100 miles an hour, figuratively, to suddenly being slower than a turtle in molasses. Each time that frustration dwells up inside, I squash with it the immense gratitude I feel from every bone in my body - including the broken ones. It's unfortunate that a few broken bones needed to remind me to slow down. However, my mother always said I was a little hard headed.
