your story could be my story, or anyone else in here. i feel so bad for what happened to you and feel afraid that it could be anyone else at anytime; could easily be me. each day, each moment is precious and I'm working on being thankful and appreciative. i read your story and think about it, feel the sadness, try to learn something. it’s not the money or the driver or the rage, it’s the vulnerability. Your story makes me feel so sad and vulnerable; the fragility of human flesh and bone at 30mph tackled by asphalt, concrete or steel. I hope you find a path to transcend your pain. For me, on the bike, mostly late at night, I’ll think of you, whispering the mantra repeatedly, get home safely, get home safely. Peace