Let me tell you about the time I crashed my motorcycle. I was test-driving it, feeling alive, when suddenly I was sprawled out on the ground. The pain was intense, wounds and scratches all over my body. But what really saved me was the kindness of strangers - they rushed over, helped me up, and got me seated to catch my breath. I tried to call my family, but they were frantic with worry, insisting I stay put until they arrived. As I sat there, pain throbbing through my body, my vision started to blur and fade to white. I remember repeating 'not yet, not yet' to myself, trying to stay focused. And then, something shifted.
The pain just... vanished.
Not the wounds, mind you, but the agony that came with them. When my parents showed up, I was able to ride my motorcycle home like nothing had happened. They were relieved, but I was left with more questions than answers.
What's even funnier is when I announced it to my group of friends, minutes after getting home, they were so worried that they rushed to my home to pick me up and take me to the hospital to get checked out. And the craziest part? The doctors found nothing serious - no fractured bones, no nerves cut off, no internal bleeding, nothing. Just a bunch of outside bruises.
