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Motivation Monday: help thy neighbor

Need Monday motivation? I’ve got it in SPADES this week! This column is for those of you who slog through your Monday mornings. If you lament the end of the weekend and dread returning to the office, you may need our Motivation Monday quick tips. Grit Daily offers an avenue to connect with others like you. We’re here to help get your work week off to a good start. Pump your fists – it’s time for Motivation Monday!

Straight up, PROPS to ROCKLAND COUNTY, NY! The paramedics, the police, other first responders, the neighbors and everyone else there who jumped to my aid. It seemed as though at least half the county showed up to help me. Thank-you! xoxo

Next, a PSA (that’s a Public Service Announcement). WEAR YOUR BIKE HELMET! It saved my life today.

The joke’s on me…

So this minister, paramedic, funeral director, nurse, physiotherapist, policeman, marathon runner, and a few good Samaritans walk into a bar … no. Just kidding! But that is an accurate, albeit humorous description of the people who were there. Indeed, it was funny at the time. Call it nervous laughter.

Everyone dropped everything that they were doing to help me. A few of them had witnessed my no-doubt spectacular somersault over the handlebars of my speed bike. They may have even witnessed me being unceremoniously hurled into the pavement, back first. Or watched as my head hit next, splitting my helmet open. Epic wipeout, for sure. Contrary to what my sisters might say, I’m not a drama llama! I don’t like being the point of attention so being vulnerable, hurt and unable to do anything about it isn’t a comfy place for me.

Motivation Monday on the scene with Grit Daily

The marathon runner was first on the scene and very kind to stop her run. She was on leave from DC and was part of an organization who helped people in combat zones. Indeed, she was awesome! I felt bad about interrupting her run.

And then a lady from across the street ran over, plus a couple of people who likely owned the lawn that I had crawled onto.  People came out of their homes and brought water, tissues, gauze, and kindness. They dug the gravel out of my back and cleaned my wounds.

Cars stopped to make sure that I was okay. A minister, Father Hadid or Habib (I’m sorry, but I can’t recall) gave me a blessing for healing that brought me to tears. And the paramedics, Doug and maybe it was Janet? were on the scene doing what they do best.