WARNING: SOME BLOOD IS VISIBLE WITHIN THE PICS OF THIS POST

Five stitches and a day later, the foot is in much better shape. Though the story is still unfolding, here’s how it begins: 
Last summer, a hit-and-run driver mowed down 24-year-old bicyclist Lanie Kruszewski at the very spot I suffered Sunday’s laceration. When I reached the spot on foot Sunday afternoon, I spent ten minutes paying homage at Lanie’s roadside memorial, where a “ghost bike” was left. As I left, I didn’t notice the sharp debris on the ground– a broken glass vase– and was sliced open by the glass sticking out. Sounds rather ironic at first, but…

In Memory of Lanie Kruszewski…

In Memory of Lanie Kruszewski…

In Memory of Lanie Kruszewski…

Though I pulled my foot from my sandal seconds after it happened, the 4cm laceration I suffered Sunday afternoon, on the first mile of the day’s route, cut deep. Over the course of the day, it grew painful. However, five stitches later, I’m on the track to recovery. I’ve only  used one of the prescription pain pills on Sunday, and none since.
I’ll be down for several days; stitches should be removed just over a week from now.

Though I pulled my foot from my sandal seconds after it happened…

The glass cut deep. Fortunately, however, it didn’t slice open more than 4cm of me.

Dr. Ewing sews me up at Retreat Doctors’ Hospital, in central Richmond, VA

MUCH prettier than it was just a few short hours ago…

Ultra-kind host Chris Byrd wheels me into the pharmacy to pick up antibiotic and pain relief prescriptions. I hadn’t seen the aisles of a store at this eye level in decades.

As mentioned, the circumstances of my wound at the goodwill roadside memorial of a roadside victim sounds rather ironic at first, but the event has sidetracked me onto an interesting detour that already has been bringing about unforeseen brightness. Across the miles, I’ve come to understand that every time some “setback” occurs, something magical always unwinds at some point down the road– something that wouldn’t have otherwise unfolded. I’m optimistic to learn of what will continue to unfold of this all… 
I love how “God” works

Lanie Kruszewski

In loving memory of Lanie Kruszewski, 1988-2012