Learning to Ride Through Life

At eight years old, I was pushed down a hill on a bicycle… and learned my first life lesson the hard way.

My older sisters shouted instructions all at once: “Pedal!” “Steer!”

“Brake!” Gravity answered before I could. I wobbled. I panicked.

I crashed. Scraped knees. Bruised hands. Loud tears. No comfort. No hugs.

Just one sentence “You didn’t listen.” and they left me there. It took weeks before I found the courage

to try again. This time, I chose a different place—an empty school parking lot.

Alone, I whispered the instructions to myself. I fell again.

And again. But slowly, through trial, fear, and persistence,