I’ve seen him a few times; a one leg biker. He bikes better than I would ever hope to. I wondered stupidly how he hops on the bike and then I shake myself out of my own ignorance and remind myself that if he can ride a bike, he can easily get on it.
Sad, heartbreaking, you would think. He wears his Army T-shirt and rides around West Point, easy to assume he lost his leg while on duty.
And he is there, paddling every day or at least as often as I run.I keep looking ahead unattentive as he approaches trying to pretend it is not an unusual sight. Surviving hurts when seen as unusual so I try to give him what he probably strives for “you look like anyone else, no different, I didn’t even notice you”
Yeah, I know that feeling.