Way back when before I had my first job and joined this site, during the early months of 2021 I suffered a massive head injury. It was 100% my fault and not only did it cost me but it also cost someone else too
I was a fucking idiot, there was this new bike trail near where I lived and it was always sort of empty like nobody was ever around. There was a new tunnel that was just built that the trail went through and it was only like 20 feet long. One day around 4 pm I was just screwing around this area and decided to go into the tunnel at some point I impulsively decided to try and do a kick up because I was playing a lot of dead rising 2 at the time. For content A kick up is a move where you lay on your back and attempt to jumped up onto your feet.
I don’t really remember details leading up to it, but i was laying on the path on my back when suddenly out of nowhere I was hit so hard that it felt like my vision was upside down and I remember letting out a yelp
I don’t know if I was knocked out that’s the strangest part, I just remember my vision spinning around. Anyway I got up and saw a bike on the ground and then looked forward and saw a guy laying face down moaning to himself, it took me a good minute to really grasp what happened.
I Remember just asking the guy if he had a phone and if he was alright, eventually he came too and I remember he kept asking me the same questions, not a good sign especially after a bike crash. I don’t know what the hell I would have done if he didn’t wake up considering the fact that I didn’t have my phone on me.
Eventually we began talking to each other and what not about what happened. He was a man in his early fifties I think, the part that honestly hurts me the most is the fact that he seemed more concerned with me and my injuries then his own. Like I remember him constantly asking about my injuries and trying to assess the damage done to me despite the fact that he had literally just faceplated into the concrete and was knocked out.
His face was cut up and he chipped a tooth, I was bleeding form my scalp and my glasses were completely destroyed. We must of talked for a good half hour and there was zero aggression or hostility. eventually we parted ways
Long story short I was lying on my back on the path when he zoomed around the corner, not quite sure how fast he was going. But his front wheel crashed into the top of my skull and all that kinetic energy went into my skull basically. It was so powerful him and his bike went flying.
Walked home completely bloodied and I Remember not really caring what others might have thought, when I came home I remember my brother freaking out and eventually my mom came home and we ended up going to the ER.
My wounds consisted of a massive bump on my head that was split open, whatever damage that was done to my brain and a really bad scrape on my elbow. They glued the bump shut and that was basically it.
I don’t know what happened to him, I don’t think it ended well for him because he was older. I feel sick and guilty when I think about it. Never should have done what I did. I was a fucking idiot and it cost me and him. Damn it
Am getting fucking flash Backs while writing this and am starting to feel hyper paranoid as well now. I just feel scared of what other accidents could happen in the future, like maybe in a few months I’ll get run over or I’ll end up in a car accident with my mom. Maybe some normie will throw a bottle out of the car window and it’ll strike me in the face or I’ll end up in prison and there will be hundreds of savages NT brutes willing to give me brain damage over the stupidest reasons
I just feel scared of the future and fragility of my flesh.
The only other person I’ve told this story to was my mom, I told everyone else that I slipped and hit my head on a rock. Don’t know why, maybe I am just a piece of shit.
A year or two later I went back to the same location the accident happened, could only stay inside that tunnel for a good ten seconds because I felt sick and had to leave.
This also made me hate violence, I don’t know why we glorify it and have an obsession with it in society, I mean most of my interested are war related so I guess am a hypocrite.
But I hope that man is doing alright.
I was a fucking idiot, there was this new bike trail near where I lived and it was always sort of empty like nobody was ever around. There was a new tunnel that was just built that the trail went through and it was only like 20 feet long. One day around 4 pm I was just screwing around this area and decided to go into the tunnel at some point I impulsively decided to try and do a kick up because I was playing a lot of dead rising 2 at the time. For content A kick up is a move where you lay on your back and attempt to jumped up onto your feet.
I don’t really remember details leading up to it, but i was laying on the path on my back when suddenly out of nowhere I was hit so hard that it felt like my vision was upside down and I remember letting out a yelp
I don’t know if I was knocked out that’s the strangest part, I just remember my vision spinning around. Anyway I got up and saw a bike on the ground and then looked forward and saw a guy laying face down moaning to himself, it took me a good minute to really grasp what happened.
I Remember just asking the guy if he had a phone and if he was alright, eventually he came too and I remember he kept asking me the same questions, not a good sign especially after a bike crash. I don’t know what the hell I would have done if he didn’t wake up considering the fact that I didn’t have my phone on me.
Eventually we began talking to each other and what not about what happened. He was a man in his early fifties I think, the part that honestly hurts me the most is the fact that he seemed more concerned with me and my injuries then his own. Like I remember him constantly asking about my injuries and trying to assess the damage done to me despite the fact that he had literally just faceplated into the concrete and was knocked out.
His face was cut up and he chipped a tooth, I was bleeding form my scalp and my glasses were completely destroyed. We must of talked for a good half hour and there was zero aggression or hostility. eventually we parted ways
Long story short I was lying on my back on the path when he zoomed around the corner, not quite sure how fast he was going. But his front wheel crashed into the top of my skull and all that kinetic energy went into my skull basically. It was so powerful him and his bike went flying.
Walked home completely bloodied and I Remember not really caring what others might have thought, when I came home I remember my brother freaking out and eventually my mom came home and we ended up going to the ER.
My wounds consisted of a massive bump on my head that was split open, whatever damage that was done to my brain and a really bad scrape on my elbow. They glued the bump shut and that was basically it.
I don’t know what happened to him, I don’t think it ended well for him because he was older. I feel sick and guilty when I think about it. Never should have done what I did. I was a fucking idiot and it cost me and him. Damn it
Am getting fucking flash Backs while writing this and am starting to feel hyper paranoid as well now. I just feel scared of what other accidents could happen in the future, like maybe in a few months I’ll get run over or I’ll end up in a car accident with my mom. Maybe some normie will throw a bottle out of the car window and it’ll strike me in the face or I’ll end up in prison and there will be hundreds of savages NT brutes willing to give me brain damage over the stupidest reasons
I just feel scared of the future and fragility of my flesh.
The only other person I’ve told this story to was my mom, I told everyone else that I slipped and hit my head on a rock. Don’t know why, maybe I am just a piece of shit.
A year or two later I went back to the same location the accident happened, could only stay inside that tunnel for a good ten seconds because I felt sick and had to leave.
This also made me hate violence, I don’t know why we glorify it and have an obsession with it in society, I mean most of my interested are war related so I guess am a hypocrite.
But I hope that man is doing alright.
