What's life without struggle? What's love without fights? Have you ever thought of anything that way?

Life is hard but we all have to cope with it, even through the thick and thin. Life gives us road blocks to learn how to take the different routes.

Unfortunately me being hard headed, I had to learn the hard way. Everyone told me about the dangers of being on a bike — don't speed, don't overtake, and don't ride so crazy.

Everyone spoke to me right before I got my license. I used to ride before I had my license until I got caught. Then my bike, the "RED" had a chain going through both of the wheels bolted to the ground. Of course life had to teach me a lesson.

Once the riding license was in my possession, I felt like I finally had freedom. I could go anywhere at anytime.

It was great to have the power of transportation. But me as a speed freak, you can guess what happened. Any free road and I took off like there was no tomorrow. I had an obsession with the wind screaming across my fleshy face. I just enjoy the street life.

Call me lucky. I avoided so many accidents within the first five months of my life with the license. But I pushed my luck. Nothing but speed was the target. I did incredible maneuvers in heavy loaded traffic.

In this case you can call me crazy! But I was a fool at the time. I didn't know better but as time goes on, the fool that I once was would change.

October the month of horrors was exactly what it was, horrors. I woke up late one day for school. I had already a record of late attendance to school and I wanted to change.

This particular day wasn't really the day for me to be late. So I sped to school. Heavy traffic occurred near the Bermuda Institute. So I slowed down! Unfortunately for me that wasn't good enough. Reciprocity had to take its revenge on me.

A truck pulled out of the driveway, knocked me over and dragged me down the road. I thought it wasn't that bad until I saw the damage on me.

I had no flesh on my ankle and I had fractured it, and I had the typical road rash.

With nearly three months with a cast, and five months and counting without a bike, I was once a fool but now a wise man.

I have learned my roadblock. Now I think twice when riding down the road. The accident changed who I am.