Monday, April 09, 2007

first awakening

My earliest memory of God has less to do with church than it does with a bicycle accident the summer I turned 10.

I've never had a particularly good relationship with bikes. They're a bewildering concoction of gears and wheels, handlebars and chains, spokes and frames. I rode a bike daily on my Pittsburgh Press newspaper route, but I never felt completely at home with it. Ours was an uneasy relationship, born of necessity, rather than a match ordained in the stars.

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