The broken hand
October 24, 2013
On November 11 last year, I had a bike accident. I fell on my right shoulder, and I broke it.
I didn’t plan for it, and yet it happened. Like someone said, “life happens to you when you’re busy planning other things.”
It really, really sucked. And yet, it was the greatest thing that’s happened to me in a long time. Controversial? Oxymoronic? I’m all about it. Let me tell you.