In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
Kyle Bailey was born with Cystic Fibrosis. At age 25, he underwent a double lung transplant. Since then, he's endured a liver and kidney transplant. He likes to say that he's been "given four chances at life." So, perhaps not surprisingly, he's started a non-profit organization dedicated to spreading awareness about the importance of organ donation and helping to provide for the medical needs of children with disabilities and limited-income families.
What some people might find surprising, however, is that the native of Port Huron, Michigan starting a 1400 mile (2200 km) bicycle trip today. He plans to pedal from Ann Arbor, Michigan to Orlando, Florida to raise awareness (and funds) for the work he and his organization are doing. One goal of his, he says, is to change the organ donor system in his home state of Michigan. Currently, a would-be donor has to "opt in" at the Secretary of State's office. Bailey would like to see it changed to an "opt out" policy, in which everyone is automatically an organ donor unless he or she says otherwise. Currently, several European and Latin American countries have such a policy, and several US states have considered them. Whatever happens with those policies, I think Kyle's ride just might convince a few people to become organ donors. If nothing else, it might help people realize that there is indeed life after getting a new liver.
When I was in Rome last summer, I learned that during the centuries when the Colosseum was all but abandoned, so many species of vegetation grew in it that Domenico Panaroli cataloged them. According to some writers and chroniclers, all of those herbs and other plants created micro-climates within the Colosseum's walls. I don't find that so difficult to believe: Different parts felt hotter or cooler, depending on the sun, shade and wind, during my visit there. My commute this morning got met to thinking about the possibility of Colosseum "microclimates". For one thing, the lane I ride to the Randall's Island Connector winds underneath the tracks on which Acela trains shuttle between New York and Boston. Those tracks run on a viaduct supported by stone arches that would not look out of place in Rome, or the ancient parts of many other cities in the Old World. But, more important, I think I rode into a microclimate:
The remanants of yesterday's storm dripped, and rays of sunlight flickered, through the tracks above. And I pedaled through the "rainbow" you see in the photo. I didn't see another rainbow anywhere else, nor did any rain fall. And the sky grew brighter as I neared the college.
He'd planned to go for a bike ride. Twelve days later, he woke up. "I didn't fully understand what was going on or why I was there," recalls Paul Gobble. Still, he doesn't "recall feeling surprised" that he was in a hospital bed. Paul Runnels was on the bike ride Gobble couldn't recall. Like Gobble, he spent "nearly two weeks in the hospital" after that ride. The last thing he remembered is pedaling to the right of the white line on the side of the road and hearing fellow riders shout "Car back!" Jennifer Johnson's last memory of that day's ride, which she led, was seeing the sign for Markin Glen Park. The next thing she remembers is waking up, seeing her right arm tangled in a fence and burrs in her clothing. Scanning her body, "I struggled when I couldn't find my right leg," she recounted. "I found it very acutely over my right shoulder."
Sheila Jeske met Johnson, Runnels and Gobble in a parking lot for the ride. Her next memory is from hours later, at 9:15 pm, in the hospital. Doctors asked whether she knew what had happened. "I said I knew I was on a bike ride and I asked where Deb and Suzanne were," she testified.
Debra Bradley
Suzanne Sippel
She was referring to Debbra Bradley and Suzanne Sippel. They would not remember the ride: They did not survive it. Nor did "Larry" Paulik,"Tony" Nelson and Melissa Fevig-Hughes.
"Larry" Paulik
"Tony" Nelson
Melissa Fevig-Hughes
Jeske, along with Runnels, Gobble and Johnson, described the ordeals they have lived through since the day Runnels heard "Car back!" Although they are all riding again, they endure all sorts of pain and continue to undergo therapies and even surgeries. Gobble, who suffered a brain injury, sometimes struggles with finding the right words. Still, he and the others, were determined to testify, no doubt in memory of their cycling buddies who met them every week for over a decade.
Their testimony came this morning, on the second day of a murder trial for Charles Pickett Jr of Battle Creek, Michigan. In addition to five counts of second-degree murder, he also faces five counts of driving under the influence: The police allege that he had metamphetamine, muscle relaxers and pain pills in his system at the time he plowed his blue Chevy pickup truck into the group of cyclists who called themselves "The Chain Gang." Now Jeske, Runnels, Gobble and Johnson are linked in two other ways: They survived a horrific crash, and they are giving voice to their friends who died that awful day.
