I have a friend who fell on July 4th on his head at the Calabazas jumps. Broke 3 vertebrae, and lost feeling in his lower body. He's recovering slowly and progressing I hope. But the thing is, about a week ago I remembered an instance that occured around last november. Maybe some of you will recall this, but I posted a short video clip of a guy who went off on us (a group of about 10 riders) when my friend was getting ready to jump off a school roof. We took him calmly, and never once uttered a single word of profanity, though we did throw back some quick jabs at him. He on the other hand, was out of control.. and this was in front of his wife, who was holding a toddler. He had told us that he was a professor at Stanford University, but when I got home that day, I couldn't find a single thing about him. Strangely enough, last night I saw him on the news, found out he was a poly sci professor indeed, and got the correct spelling of his name. Pretty easy to find out his faculty information after that.
What struck me hard is what this guy said to us that day. I remember his words to the line of, "I hope you fall off that roof or something and tomorrow I read about some idiot in the newspaper who broke his neck." Well, now look at the condition my friend is in.. it never occured to me until I remembered this guy a week ago. It's strange how events happen. I usually don't believe in this superstitious "crap," but this was way too odd for me to just dismiss it.
I couldn't sleep very well last night, so I guess I just have to let this out somewhere. Right now part of me wants to head over to his office and wait for him, then just leave him mauled. But I suppose that wouldn't solve much. Thank you for reading. Guess we should really watch what comes out of our mouths
What struck me hard is what this guy said to us that day. I remember his words to the line of, "I hope you fall off that roof or something and tomorrow I read about some idiot in the newspaper who broke his neck." Well, now look at the condition my friend is in.. it never occured to me until I remembered this guy a week ago. It's strange how events happen. I usually don't believe in this superstitious "crap," but this was way too odd for me to just dismiss it.
I couldn't sleep very well last night, so I guess I just have to let this out somewhere. Right now part of me wants to head over to his office and wait for him, then just leave him mauled. But I suppose that wouldn't solve much. Thank you for reading. Guess we should really watch what comes out of our mouths