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Learning Patience

Peach orchards, cherry tree's and vineyards are the landscapes I have the pleasure to live among in Palisade, Colorado.  Magnificent views to ride my new Yamaha, Zuma scooter, and my husband Brett to enjoy his new Honda Ruckas scooter. The freedom and wind blowing through my hair while we drive and take in the weekly growth of the Palisade peaches our region is known for.  Sunday, June 7th, finally a day without rain in the forecast.  A wet spring, unusual for this dessert area.  After a quick lunch, we uncover our rides and begin our many miles of fun, exploration and adventures.  A couple hours later as I am following Brett as we turn to our right from 32 Rd onto C Road, the unthinkable happened. I took my eyes off of Brett and when they did look back on him, I saw his brake light, red as red can be. I quick hit my brakes then I realized I was on cinders. I yelled "Brett" who looked back to see I was heading directly for his back tire. All this at 5 miles per hour, by now. My Yamaha's front tire lightly hit the Honda's back tire and I fell to my left onto the pavement. Left knee and hip unmovable. Two off duty EMS employees witnessed the entire accident.  While one called 911, the other instructed me not to move. Sirens, ice cream truck and passersby's are what I heard as I waited in the roadway. Brett was unscathed,  thank goodness. I am loaded into the back of the emergency vehicle and breathing between pains we headed toward St. Mary's Hospital. Thirty minutes pass and I am told I have a left broken knee and surgery is scheduled for the next morning.  One plate and several screws later and I'm in recovery,  then the following day released.  Now the fun and patience begin.  Brett is my superhero as is my granddaughter,  Miah. She road the train from Denver to Palisade to spend a large portion of her summer vacation to care for me as I heal. No weight allowed on my left knee for 8 weeks. I have physical therapy three days a week and occupational therapy twice a week. These are at home therapy for 2 weeks then out patient afer that. Once I'm able will I continue to ride? Yes. It was a freak accident and as long as I learn from it, all is fine. I say enjoy life, be safe and be happy.

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