{"id":136148,"date":"2023-09-02T19:37:04","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:37:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=136148"},"modified":"2023-09-02T19:37:04","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:37:04","slug":"wakeup6pm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/wakeup6pm\/","title":{"rendered":"wakeup6pm"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>How did this happen?<br \/>\nOne moment I was fine<br \/>\nthe next? SPLAT<br \/>\non the ground<br \/>\nBike twisted and broken<br \/>\nnext to me.<\/p>\n<p>the roads were fine<br \/>\nI didn\u2019t see any ice<br \/>\nif i had- I wouldn\u2019t have ridden my<br \/>\nbike.<\/p>\n<p>Me with blood on my pants<br \/>\nan aching head and a broken<br \/>\nrear end-<br \/>\nat least, it feels like that<\/p>\n<p>So cold, so very cold<br \/>\nI can\u2019t tell if I\u2019m shaking because<br \/>\nof the cold weather, or because of the<br \/>\nfact that I almost died<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t get that picture out of my mind<br \/>\nIt plays like a home movie in my head<br \/>\nrepeatedly telling me-<br \/>\nyou could have died<br \/>\nactually you should\u2019ve died<\/p>\n<p>by all things, I shouldn\u2019t be<br \/>\nhere right now<br \/>\nit kind of puts things into<br \/>\nperspective ya know?<\/p>\n<p>How I\u2019ve been living my life<br \/>\nwhat I\u2019ve been doing with it<br \/>\nHow I\u2019ve treated other people and<br \/>\neven been treated by them<\/p>\n<p>I didn\u2019t exactly have a<br \/>\ncome to Jesus moment,<br \/>\nwhere Jesus appeared<br \/>\nto carry me home-<br \/>\nNot sure I would have wanted to<\/p>\n<p>But it did scare the hell<br \/>\nout of me enough that I sat there<br \/>\nwaiting for the ambulance and got right<br \/>\nwith him right then and there<\/p>\n<p>I promised him that I would do better<br \/>\nIf he spared me.<br \/>\nHe did and now it\u2019s my turn to keep my<br \/>\npromise and do better.<\/p>\n<p>I guess you could say that was my<br \/>\nwake up call<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>How did this happen? One moment I was fine the next? SPLAT on the ground Bike twisted and broken next to me. the roads were fine I didn\u2019t see any ice if i had- I wouldn\u2019t have ridden my bike. Me with blood on my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1290,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-136148","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136148","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1290"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=136148"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136157,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/136148\/revisions\/136157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=136148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=136148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=136148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}