I Authored The Irony Before It Was Written On My Face

I took a bit of a tumble while riding mi caballo today. I was riding from our apartment to Cal Baptist for one of my masters classes and, as you may surmise from the photo, I had to take a detour to the hospital. I was wearing a helmet for most of the way (something I hate, and just started doing this week), but it was making me pretty hot and sweaty. So a couple blocks from the university I stopped and took off my helmet. I figured I'd sort of cool down over the last couple blocks and not walk into class looking like I got stuck in a rain storm. Just after I had put the helmet in my backpack and started gaining speed, I noticed some severely uneven pavement across the length of the bike lane. I couldn't go left because there were cars next to me, and I couldn't go right because there was a curb, so I was forced to ride straight over it. Unfortunately, it was a little too steep. My bike flipped straight over and I was attached to it. Three cars behind me pulled over (one was the drama teacher at the school at which I teach) and they were very helpful. They gave me a towel and stayed with me until Jenny got there to drive me to the hospital. I got some stiches in my forehead. The lady who was driving behind me did a very good job of not running me over. She said the crash looked pretty bad and that my head was the first thing to hit the ground. Thank God for the tough Dutch skull. Jenny was laughing at me because she said I seemed almost giddy even when she first saw me all banged up. The reason is because I realize how much worse it could have been. I didn't break any bones, I didn't knock out or chip any teeth, I didn't smash my head open, and most importantly, I didn't get run over. As I was about to hit the ground I remember thinking about how there were cars right next to me and I needed to get out of the road. The woman who saw my head hit the ground also said that I seemed to bounce right up and walk onto the sidewalk.
It seems that whenever God needs to remind me about the uncertainty of life and the importance of serving Him only, He chooses to literally smack me on the head (a few years ago I hydroplaned and totalled my car). Theory doesn't seem to affect me very much. I start to get callous even when I know the truth. Therefore, I end up at the hospital surrounded by doctors who talk about how "lucky" I am. At that point I realize that I've been wasting too many hours and sense the importance of living every moment for the glory of God. I wish I wasn't an idiot and that it didn't take scars to make me take life seriously. Hopefully it will stick this time. The fact is, the next time might be a consequence rather than a lesson.