I was 17 or 18....

I took a shower one morning, put my work uniform in a plastic bag and started riding downhill towards the exit of the apartment complex.

I was holding the plastic bag containing my cloths in my right hand, and before I realized, it got stuck in the front wheel completely stopping it. Next thing I know, I flew off forward without the bike like batman and landed on my chin and palms.

I was expecting people to surround me, help me up, gather my things, and ask if I was alright like back in Ethiopia.

But all I remember is this lady looking at me and walking past me as I laid there bleeding and trying to comprehend what just had happened.

In the end, I was not badly hurt. The biggest damage was my left chin. To this day, it still does not grow hair.


Story By Fish who currently blogs at The Mongrel