Never in years had I fallen flat on the ground and wounded.
I almost forgot the feeling of having bruises and bloody wounds. Until
that day, after I spent a nice day of touring the beautiful Tuscan hills in a mild autumn weather with 'Bike Florence & Tuscany'. I fell right with my left knee knocking the
ground hard. It was so hard that I thought my kneecap was cracking. A second later I groaned in an extreme pain, holding my left knee
tightly, hoping that there’s no broken bone and trembling by the thought of not being able to walk again. Fortunately, a moment later the pain got lesser, I tried to move my knee up
and down, grateful that despite the bloody pain, it still worked well. Only the open wound was so bloody that I wished it was no more than skin deep. It happened at the front yard of our friend's house, his mother ran toward me and helped me to stand up by lifting my
right arm. With her help, I stood slowly and started to walk to the porch. She went into the house to get some medicines and bandage. I was more than thankful that moment when I recalled how I was almost got hit by a speedy car before entering the
gate in the morning that very same day. The situation could be a lot worst! Thank God for His protection.
