Thanks, whoever you are....

So, every year we read essays written about how thankful someone is about such and such, and so and so. How they are taking time out of their busy holiday to extend feelings of gratitude to those around them.

Okay, fine. What about a person who you might owe big time, you just don't who they are? What am I talking about?

Well, here's a person I would like to thank. A person who made a difference in my life. There are many more like this, and I will try to remember to post one every Thanksgiving. Here goes:

To the person who was driving down Oak Run Road, (near Redding California) next to our driveway, the day I checked the mail on my Honda Trail 70, thank you for not killing me.

I was about 10 years old, and I would ride up our half-mile driveway to the mailbox. Oak Run Road is two lane country road, and almost always empty. I pulled up to the big metal mailbox and grabbed a handful of mail out of the box. I stuffed inside my blue Dallas Cowboys jacket for the trip home, and I pulled into the street to do a U-turn for the trip back to the house. I never looked over my shoulder to check for cars....

The driver must have swerved to avoid hitting me, as I was four or five feet in the roadway by that point. They just clipped the brake handle on my motor bike with their passenger side mirror as they went by at 50 MPH. They stopped a couple hundred yards down the road and when they saw I was okay, they kept driving. My motorbike was on the ground in the middle of the right lane, and it took me a minute or so to quit shaking and kick start the little Honda back to life.

I didn't tell my mom or dad, because I was almost killed, and it would have been completely my fault.

 Thanks, dude/mam. I should have been smashed flat that day.
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