Vegetarian Peanut Butter “Chicken”

Made this the other day, came out fantastic. I started with this recipe: Quick Easy Peanut Butter Chicken and tweaked it a bit. For starters I obviously did not use actual chicken but a bag of Gardein Chicken Tenders (vegan chicken, I challenge you to tell the difference from actual!). I used brown rice cooked in chicken broth (Ninja Foodi in pressure cooker mode), skipped the brown sugar, I used chunky peanut butter instead of creamy. The “chicken” was air fried instead of skillet fried so I cut 1 tbsp of oil, using 1tbsp of sesame oil and 1tbsp of avocado oil in the sauce. Also instead of white vinegar I used rice wine vinegar. I then added steamed cauliflower and broccoli as well as thin sliced green onion and some sesame seeds to garnish. Next time I may take the low sodium soy sauce route but overall a delicious and healthy dish! ūüôā

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Mujadara -w- Spiced Yogurt

My latest #vegetarian meal from scratch, #mujadara with spiced yogurt. I’ve never cooked with lentils before and this absolutely delicious dish opened up entirely new culinary doors for me. I combined two recipes to get here, one of the most involved dishes I’ve made yet and it is fantastic! The yogurt recipe is at this link: https://food52.com/recipes/8565-mujaddara-with-spiced-yogurt and the mujadara is from this one: https://cookieandkate.com/mujaddara-recipe/

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Count your blessings, not your complaints.

Being a saved sinner, and having spent my formative years in New York, I’d have to say at points in my life my grumble-per-minute rate was excessively high. How many opportunities do we have each day to see or experience something that makes us grumble or argue? What’s the goal of grumbling and arguing? A release? A validation of a slight against us?

I tell you now the only validation we need was given to us on the cross by Jesus Christ.

14¬†Do everything without grumbling¬†or arguing,¬†15¬†so that you may become blameless¬†and pure, ‚Äúchildren of God¬†without fault in a warped and crooked generation.‚ÄĚ[a]¬†Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky¬†16¬†as you hold firmly to the word of life. And then I will be able to boast on the day of Christ¬†that I did not run¬†or labor in vain.

Philippians 2:12-16

Between my Monday bible study, my Wednesday bible study, and a service I attended in VR last night… I think God has been hammering this one into my heart because even to this day – despite being aware of it now – my desire to grumble can quickly overpower my ability to NOT grumble. I won’t lie, grumbling, complaining, arguing at times can feel GOOD.

It’s not like I do not have a valid reason to complain, right? Some people… That driver… I’M OUT OF HALF & HALF… My credit card is maxed out… My rent is going to be late… My car won’t start… The roof is leaking… I am ill… My job…

Now the serpent¬†was more crafty than any of the wild animals the¬†Lord¬†God had made. He said to the woman, ‚ÄúDid God really say, ‚ÄėYou must not eat from any tree in the garden‚Äô?‚ÄĚ

Genesis 3:1

All are seemingly valid reasons to complain and lose sight of the goal of our lives to glorify and worship God, to allow ourselves to forget the promise of Christ… These grumblings do not come from God! To overlook the infinite grace and mercy that has been applied to our lives… We can completely miss every single opportunity to rise above our propensity to sin, to overcome our very human nature through Christ!

Realize that in our day to day words and deeds, our brothers and sisters be they believers or non-believers will see those words and deeds, not only will they judge our actions but they will judge God on our behalf. I’ve heard it said many a time that you or I may be the only Bible another person may look at on their lives. When we lose our cool, grumble, and argue they will not only convict us but convict God and further turn away from salvation!

I will fully admit that at times I am a horrible example of a Christian. Despite how good a day is going, how good my life is comparatively speaking to others, or even when I am at my lowest and the chewing, swarming, and crawling locusts have come to devour the hope and joy from my heart – I am a flawed sinner and God forgive me I let sometimes them without fighting back!

2 Hear this, you elders,
And give ear, all you inhabitants of the land!
Has anything like this happened in your days,
Or even in the days of your fathers?
3 Tell your children about it,
Let your children tell their children,
And their children another generation.

4 What the chewing [a]locust left, the swarming locust has eaten;
What the swarming locust left, the crawling locust has eaten;
And what the crawling locust left, the consuming locust has eaten.

Joel 1:1-4

What can I do? When I/we overreact to the stresses of life and finally snap we get that fleeting moment of self-righteous release and afterwards where are we? Whose face do we see? Where has God gone? The answer is we see OUR face. God has not gone anywhere, but we have turned from Him! Not only after we lose our way but when we see and feel that loss of control coming we need to collect our thoughts, turn to God and cry out to Him!

Consecrate a fast,
Call a sacred assembly;
Gather the elders
And all the inhabitants of the land
Into the house of the Lord your God,
And cry out to the Lord.

Joel 1:14

The solution is always right there before our hearts and minds, the solution is Jesus Christ! Cry out to him! We do not have to grumble or argue. God gave us grace and mercy we do not deserve and every single day we have opportunities to use that grace and mercy to glorify Him and we ignore it! I ignore it! Thank God we have God, for where else can we turn to escape the pit of despair we allow ourselves to occupy?

3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ, 4 just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, 5 having predestined us to adoption as sons by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, 6 to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He [a]made us accepted in the Beloved.

Ephesians 1:3-6

Pray for His wisdom. Pray for His courage. Pray for His grace. Pray for His righteousness. Pray for His peace. He is our only defense against the forces in our lives which work constantly to turn us away from Him. He gave us minds to think, hearts to love, and souls to glorify Him. What more do we possibly need? Turn to Him in these moments and find peace.

It may not come easily, but it will come. Focus on God first, and He will provide for us what is right and just. It may not always be what we want, but it will be what we need. Turn to God in our trials. Turn to God in our triumphs. Praise Him and thank Him for every blessing, and seek His face for even in our darkest days there are blessings, we just need to open our eyes and hearts to see them.

15 Therefore I also, after I heard of your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints, 16 do not cease to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my prayers: 17 that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give to you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, 18 the eyes of your [f]understanding being enlightened; that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, 19 and what is the exceeding greatness of His power toward us who believe, according to the working of His mighty power 20 which He worked in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly places,21 far above all principality[g] and [h]power and [i]might and dominion, and every name that is named, not only in this age but also in that which is to come.

 And He put all things under His feet, and gave Him to be head over all things to the church, 23 which is His body, the fullness of Him who fills all in all.

Ephesians 1:15-23

Do not grumble. Do not argue. Count your blessings and be thankful to He who has blessed you. Turn to Him at every opportunity and realize He is right there with you, always.

Hallelujah, and amen.

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Picture it, Warwick, 2019.

As I’ve gone over in this blog a couple times, I was saved by giving my life to Christ back in 2019. Through a string of events only He could have tied together, I walked into a new church where I had never been before and realized that I was where I was supposed to be. It was more than a feeling, it was knowledge. Through that church I made friends who became family, brothers and sisters in Christ who I walk in worship with every day, even 900 miles away.

One of the first things I did when I got to GA was try to find a church. Now I like to joke that churches in the south are like Starbucks in NYC. There’s one on every corner and sometimes while standing at one, you can see another. Many churches, many denominations, how is a guy to choose? I’d spot checked a few which I decided against for various reasons. One looked promising until I realized that they were in the midst of a 6 week series on tithing.

What is tithing? These days, tithing is sacrificing 10% of your income to your church to further the mission of God (Numbers 18:26, Deuteronomy 14:22, Deuteronomy 26:12). Now I may be oversimplifying that, but it is how I see it. Being raised Catholic, I recall every week the basket being passed through the pews as folks would sacrifice money to support the church. Other churches had small boxes around the room where one could give.

It’s always been a point of contention to me, tithing. I believe that if any church takes more than a minute to explain the where and why to tithing, they’ve lost the mission. I could be completely wrong there, but in my own personal experience the longer the message on tithing the shorter the message on anything else. It came off more like marketing than teaching. The numbers are down, so they must remind us why we need to give to them.

I distinctly recall the last time I attended a bible study at the church in Warwick. I believe we’d planned on discussing 1 Corinthians, but it was abruptly derailed into a very forced conversation on tithing to the church we’d all been attending. I sat quietly as what seemed to me a marketing spiel unfolding which had nothing to do with our studies. Amidst the cacophony, I bluntly stated “Look, if my choice is between giving money to this church, or a brother/sister in Christ who needs it, I will joyfully give that money to my brother/sister and not feel badly for a even a moment. By doing so, I am loving my neighbor as myself and following the commandment of Christ.” With that, the marketing spiel promptly came to a close and we resumed our previous bible study.

Once I heard someone say it better than I could, I’m paraphrasing here… “If you preach the Gospel, and people are convicted, the money will come.” Period, end of story (for me). I’m not against a message on tithing, of sacrificing the first fruits of our labor to the Lord… 6 weeks of messaging though? Nope. So I kept looking. I could have simply remained watching Jack Hibbs out of California, or messages from other Pastors whom I know and respect online, but it wasn’t enough.

I tried one of the local “mega” churches, just once. On the way in I was stuck behind a Ferrari. Thousands of folks attended that service, the place was packed to the rafters as the band broke out into a CSI themed introduction to that weeks message which could have rivaled most rock concerts I’d been to in my life. It was too big, it was less worship and more noise to me (Amos 5:23, 1 Corinthians 13:1, Isaiah 29:13). Not to mention, the lead pastor heavily discounted if not dismissed the Old Testament and God’s original covenant with mankind. I left that grand building and never returned.

I craved fellowship. Now I already had that, in buckets, even 900 miles away from the home church I attended until I moved south. I needed to get out of this house though. I needed to meet people, listen, testify, and learn. Easter Sunday was approaching. It would be my first holiday away from home. I kept seeing and hearing reference to lake front services, so I began to attend one maybe 15 minutes from my house. I think the first thing I experienced there which rubbed me the wrong way was one family who arrived by personal helicopter and landed maybe 20 yards from the stage, blasting everyone and everything present with a nice layer of red dust. Thankfully it was not the pastor arriving via chopper, had that been the case I would have immediately left instead of continuing to attend for several months.

The style was different. Maybe a few blips of scripture encased in a boisterous message. The pastor was a great speaker, he did quickly introduce himself once or twice, and I will admit I had moments of conviction during the weekly services. Like I said though, I was craving fellowship. To this day I still attend the remote bible study from my home church, but I needed to expand my studies. Prior to a service one day, after hemming and hawing to myself about that need, small voice in my head said “ask the pastor, duh.”

So I asked the pastor. A new study was to begin that very day after the service. Previous studies I had experienced, all involved direct discussion of various books of the bible. This study involved a book that was not the bible – but heavily influenced by scripture. I won’t lie, it was a good book, but it was not – to me – a bible study. It felt more like discussing a commentary on the bible as opposed to discussing the bible while utilizing a commentary to more greatly understand the message and the context.

Recently I began to grumble quite a bit. I was becoming more and more distracted by the world around me. I personally was losing the mission. The weekly services I attended had the spark of the Holy Spirit, but not the illumination I was used to. I’d found that illumination again, online, but it wasn’t enough for me. I’d recently begun attending services in VR (Virtual Reality) via an application called BigScreen. I was introduced to it by a friend and brother in Christ, and will frequently visit the weekly service.

It’s through that VR experience that I met another gentleman who is a well known Christian apologist. What is that? I’ll quote Wikipedia here as the definition is short, sweet, and to the point for the purposes of this discussion: “Christian apologetics is a branch of Christian theology that defends Christianity.” This fellow knows scripture, inside and out, and also provides guidance to those seeking a church. As I explained my current situation, and what I was looking for, he asked for info about the church I’d been attending.

I provided the name of the Church and within minutes he found one immediate problem. The church believes that baptism is required for salvation. Now I was baptized as an infant (an experience that although scientifically improbable, I remember to this day). I was again baptized, and born again of water (which I interpret as the water of everlasting life, given to us by Jesus (John 4:14) and the Spirit on April 28th, 2019. This was after giving myself to Christ and accepting him as my Lord and Savior.

By the time I had been baptized, I had already declared my decision to follow Jesus. The baptism was a public declaration of what I had already privately declared. Over the years I have heard many pastors state unequivocally that baptism is a requirement, usually as they quote the number of people who were baptized at any specific event. It felt like marketing to me. What did not come off as marketing to me was what transpired in Luke 23:40-43.

40 But the other, answering, rebuked him, saying, ‚ÄúDo you not even fear God, seeing you are under the same condemnation? 41 And we indeed justly, for we receive the due reward of our deeds; but this Man has done nothing wrong.‚ÄĚ 42 Then he said [a]to Jesus, ‚ÄúLord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.‚ÄĚ

43 And Jesus said to him, ‚ÄúAssuredly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.‚ÄĚ

That criminal was redeemed by Christ in that very moment, but where was the baptism?

This realization, in addition to others which I felt made me realize that the church I had been attending was the wrong church for me – forced me to step outside of my comfort zone and find a new church. Again – at that church, the messages were good and I did find myself convicted at times, the environment was beautiful (lake side services), but I noticed that there were no men’s bible studies available and the one I’d been attending was not scripturally sound (1 Timothy 2 / Titus 2).

I discussed this with a brother in Christ, and the solution he suggested was to find a church affiliated with Calvary Chapel. I’d been virtually attending Calvary Chapel Chino Hills lead by Jack Hibbs for years. Now while I don’t agree with everything he says, and at times I can find the preaching prideful, there is no doubt that what is taught there is 100% scripture, verse by verse, and fellowship abounds. Christ is absolutely in the room. So I hopped online and found that this entire time, a mere 15 minute drive from my home was River Rocks Church, who is affiliated with Calvary Chapel.

Not only were they 15 minutes down the road, but last night they had a Wednesday bible study service I was able to attend. Upon arriving, I had a short and fruitful chat with the Pastor who immediately introduced himself. Once inside, others introduced themselves to me completely unprompted, we shared portions of our walk thus far and what lead us to that specific church. The study of Ruth 3 was on point, delving further into Numbers, Leviticus, and Genesis. The prayer was fulfilling. Against my old nature, I participated and shared.

For the first time since I moved to Georgia, I felt that I was where I belonged. The church I came from back in Warwick had a mission statement about creating thousands of new followers. The church I just began to attend proclaims… “just one more.”

I cannot wait to go back.

God bless!

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Happy Father’s Day.

I am not certain if it was just my own perception this year, but it felt like every where I turned I saw a father’s day advertisement. TV. Radio. Internet. SPAM. It was inescapable. I don’t think I saw nearly as many advertisements or reminders for mothers day, but I digress.

Through the day I saw many posts on social media, folks praising all fathers, folks praising their fathers… Some who think owning a dog counts, but again – I digress.

It’s the second father’s day without my dad. Normally I’m pretty good at putting fingers to keyboard and writing something profound to mark an occasion, but today I was stumped. To be honest I think I was dodging the responsibility since the moment I woke up.

I miss him with every breath. So much has changed in my life the past year and a half, so much I wish I could have shared with him in person. I know he’s proud of me, of all of us in his family who are still here. How we’ve grown, how we are living our lives.

I talk to him all the time. I’ve got a photo of him in my living room, every time I come and go I walk past, I nod, I smile, I share a thought. Even though I’m a whimpering mess with a glass of bourbon in front of me right now, thinking about my dad always makes me feel GOOD.

Thinking about my dad makes me strive to do better, to live this life and make him proud.

Words really cannot express how blessed I was to have him as my dad, how I got to celebrate 40 father’s days with him. He always put his family first. He always made sure we were safe and well. While his worrying could get on my nerves, I couldn’t ask for a better worrier.

So to the dads out there who do the job day in and day out, Happy Father’s day.

To the dads who stepped up when another would or could not, Happy Father’s day.

To mine, in a place where time no longer exists… Happy Father’s day.

I’ll end with a memory. One of my best memories of my dad. When I was a little kid, not close to a teenager, we used to hop in my dad’s pickup truck to go visit my cousin in NJ. On the way down, we’d stop at a bagel place in Franklin, NJ to grab a dozen. Thinking back, whenever we got the bagels in that big brown paper bag, they were always warm and fresh. My dad knew when to go there to get them. So we’d drive down, eating warm bagels right from the bag, and at least once every trip he would sing “You Are My Sunshine.” I miss that. I miss him.

God bless, and Happy Father’s Day.

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Pray Without Ceasing.

A few weeks after I moved to Georgia, I came home late one night to find an exceptionally friendly female bulldog waiting for me in my driveway. Now I don’t own a dog, but this dog ran up to me and loved on me like I was its master. I petted it, got it some water, and tried to figure out what to do as it was past midnight and this dog needed help that I wasn’t equipped to provide. Local PD couldn’t do anything unless she was aggressive, and she was the exact opposite of aggressive.

So after trying the local PD, I reached out to Facebook and the local “Gainesville, GA” Facebook group for advice. Someone suggested Nextdoor. Now Nextdoor is pretty much Facebook, only members are grouped into communities. I’m not sure the exact radius, but essentially everything I see is posted from people nearby. So back to the dog. I prayed on it, then decided to take a walk through the neighborhood, maybe see if I could find someone looking for her. I hadn’t gotten any bites on Facebook or Nextdoor, so it was my next best plan. After a few minutes of walking, she ran off towards a neighbor’s home and she was gone.

So tonight I’m doing some dishes in the kitchen and my phone dings. It’s a Nextdoor post. Someone is wondering why a local road is blocked off. Turns out there’s a mentally ill person, possibly armed, who is in their home and refusing to surrender to police. Many posts fly by, various people making suggestions, asking questions, wondering when it will be over, commenting on the line of cars sitting and waiting… Then one person makes the most beautiful request possible in this conversation. She asked everyone to pray. She had no clue who this person was, but she knew we were all powerless outside of our ability to pray.

Pray without ceasing.

1 Thessalonians 5:17

Now I’ve never taken this as pray with every breath and every thought. I’m sure some can commit to that, but I know I am a flawed man, shiny things distract me. I keep my eyes on the Lord but I know something worldly is going to snatch away my attention at some point. Still, I would like to think that in my own way, I do pray without ceasing. I don’t pray with every thought. I certainly do not pray with every breath. The thing is… I can’t think of many decisions I make in life that I do not pray about. I can’t think of many situations where I succeed or fail, that I do not pray with thanksgiving.

After I stopped sliding across the ground and stood up moments after totaling my brand new motorcycle at the tail end of a panic attack… The very first words out of my mouth were THANK YOU, JESUS. As I looked around and saw pieces of motorcycle, my sneakers, etc… scattered along the trail from the road to the ravine, I took it all in, I prayed, and I thanked God. It didn’t matter to me that my new bike was toast. It didn’t matter to me that my shoulder was screaming at me in pain. I took in a deep breath in that stillness, I breathed in the Holy Spirit and exhaled praise and thanks that I was alive.

Not every prayer is tied to something so dramatic though.

On my way to work, I pray I make it there safely.

I’ll pray the same for the driver in the silver Chrysler 200 doing 95mph past me.

While I work, I pray that I do the best job I can to support my company and my peers.

I’ll pray for my boss and my peers that they have the wisdom and focus they need.

When I look out the window at the dark clouds approaching, I pray for sunlight.

When I cannot decide what to invest my free time in, I pray for guidance and wisdom.

When I hear a friend or a stranger is in need, I pray for the Lord to provide.

Provisions, direction, wisdom, courage, or simply peace… I pray.

I wonder how my family and friends are back home in NY, I pray for them.

I see folks going through their day to day lives, and I pray for them.

A random person compliments me on my bike while I stop for a cold drink at a gas station…

I pray for them.

I see a world around me that is entirely outside my control, but I know who does have control.

Jesus. I thank Him, I pray to Him, and that prayer is like breathing to me.

Sometimes I act, but always I pray.

Prayer is a direct link with the Almighty. It is a red phone on a presidential desk that only rings in case of great emergency just as much as it’s the cordless phone on my mom’s wall 900 miles away. To both extremes and in between, I will pray. I know He is at the other end of that line, and He wants to hear me. Does not matter when. Does not matter why.

I live, therefore I pray.

If you’re reading this, born again, <insert religious denomination here>, agnostic, or atheist, chances are I’ve prayed for you more than once. I’ll most certainly pray for you again.

God bless. Pray without ceasing, friends.

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Don’t fall, jump.

Heard a quote similar to that in a book I’d just read for the second time – Greenlights by Matthew McConaughey. It genuinely struck me when I read it, one of those “aha!” moments which seems to explain something that I’d been chewing on in the back of my ever-caffeinated 40 year old mind. Don’t fall, jump.

Nature is all about falling, after all the very force of gravity that is exerted on us is something completely beyond our control. When we fall, all we can do is ready ourselves for the eventual impact with the ground below and ideally avoid a recurrence of the actions and/or behavior which led to the inevitable fall.

Now jumping… Jumping is a decision. Jumping is not nature beyond the flesh, muscle and bones that God gave us which allow us to jump. Jumping always includes falling, however there’s an asterisk to that action we have just taken – we are taking a chance to embrace our own destiny, to embrace the will that God has woven through every breath we take.

Some folks would rather fall than jump. Can’t blame me, it’s nature that I fell. I can’t control gravity. I am blameless here, faultless, powers greater than myself were in control and threw me down to a predictable and to some people – acceptable – conclusion. Whether I take a risk or not, I still fall, so why bother taking the chance? Why risk falling further by jumping?

For most of my life I was a fall instead of jump sort of guy. I’d rather predictably fall flat on my face again and again and pull that warm blanket of misery up to my chin as I curl up safe, sound, and secure in the knowledge that while I have gained nothing, I have lost nothing, and the status quo of my life was maintained. Anhedonia. What a joy that was to deal with.

Eventually I got tired of falling. The status quo was beneath me. The status quo left me broken and alone. Warm and safe? Sure. But there was an entire world spinning around me and it had absolutely no clue or care who I was. So I started jumping. I jumped to a new job. I leapt towards faith in God. I flew on down to Georgia where I knew no-one and nothing.

When we yield control of our lives to nature, nature takes control. When we yield control of our lives to Christ, Christ takes control. The difference? God gave us the ability to jump. He gave us the free will to take chances, to grow, to climb, to throw off that warm blanket of misery and jump into the unknown, secured by our faith in the promise of Christ.

So here I am, faithful, joyful, and happy. I still fall, but when I do it’s because I’ve jumped.

Up, up, and away my friends. God bless!

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Three years ago tomorrow…

Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.

Matthew 28:19-20

3 years ago today, had you told me that tomorrow I would be born again, well, I’d probably have believed you. I wasn’t sure that morning that I’d be rising from the water with a new heart made of flesh, but the spirit compelled me. I went in with reasons not to be baptized, and left with redemption.

Now had you told me that day, I’d be blogging next to a lake in Georgia… Then I’d probably have let out a hearty laugh. God only knows our path, He saw mine regardless of how lost I was. I’m still not sure why I’m here, but I don’t think I could have picked a better destination if I wanted to. I can’t wait to see what is next!

I think I’ve even found a new church.

Thank you, Jesus. God bless!

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Breathe.

Last week I picked up a new bike, same model I had previously. Got back on the horse so to speak. My shoulder is much better than it was, a little stiff if anything. All in all I’d say I’m physically recovered. Mentally though?

The ride home from the dealer went well, no real issues, maybe a little hesitation on left hand curves. Tonight though… Decided to make the most of the nice afternoon and go for a quick ride.

So I’m coming back as the sun is setting whole approaching a left hand curve. I start to freeze up. I tap my brakes and it intensifies. I’m locking in to the shoulder instead of the road. Then I push through it. I focus on where I want to go.

I then feel what can only be described as a steel claw ripping into my chest as every muscle contracts with anxiety. I breathe. I made it through. I went through several more left hand curves and talked myself through each, praying to God to carry me through.

Right hand curves, zero issue. I can bomb through a right hander without any hesitation. Left handers like when I wrecked? I’ll have to keep pushing through the fear and overcome it a little more every ride.

I haven’t had a panic attack in a decade, tonight was the closest I’ve come. I refuse to let that fear control me. God bless.

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Close Call – Part III

As I went thorough in my previous posts – I had a motorcycle accident this week that I managed to walk away from. The insurance adjuster checked out my bike today and sadly had to total it out. I’ve never had to total a vehicle before. I’ve had other close calls (in cars) but never on a bike. That said, the story’s not over yet.

My policy has a full replacement clause, so technically (minus deductible) within the next couple of weeks I will have another Indian FTR in my garage. There’s a local dealership which has the same exact bike in stock. Mind you – I’m in absolutely no rush to hop back on two wheels just yet. My shoulder is still stiff, but has been getting better every day.

I’m also not sure if I’m ready mentally to do it. I still see flashes in my head of what happened. The front brake locking and sliding, the green blur as I hit the grass and the bike went down, the sounds and sensations of sliding/rolling to a stop a 100 feet past where I started. Heck, I haven’t even gotten back in my car yet, injury aside. I’ll take my time, this time.

Hopefully avoid a next time.

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