In this track,
I want to actually talk about something that came about.
I remembered something that happened as I was a little girl.
It probably was around 1985,
But it is called Truth Awakening About Life's Failures.
Who is accountable?
Who should we blame?
No one is to blame,
And no one is to bear shame,
Because it is life,
And things happen,
Whether you call them good or bad,
Memories are beautiful.
Pick the good ones,
And make them best.
My first failure or great fall,
I remember it was a nice sunny day.
I went outside to play.
It resided in a low-income based housing project.
It was around the year of 1985.
I decided I wanted to go out,
And when I went out,
I saw it was a blue bike lying there in the yard.
I couldn't recall whose it was.
It was like it suddenly appeared out of nowhere,
So me,
I decided I'm going to ride this bike.
Let me tell you that I had not been taught how to ride a bike ever,
But I got on.
I'd seen others ride bikes,
So I thought I'd try.
I picked up this bike.
It was blue,
I remember.
It was bigger than I was.
I pushed it up to the street,
Put my tiny little leg across the base of the bike,
One foot on one pedal,
And then another on the other pedal.
I'm riding downhill.
The speed of that bike was so scary,
As I don't know how,
I'm going to stop,
And then,
Boom,
It happened.
I plunged into the back of a parked car.
My body ejected and took the bicycle handle,
Knocking the life out of me.
I remember I could not breathe.
It felt like I was dying.
My ribs were crushed.
I just felt like I wanted to cry.
I flew into the air and landed back down.
Next thing I remember is someone appeared,
A lady,
Grabbing me up and helping me home.
I cannot remember her face or see who it actually was,
But she says to me,
I am here to help you.
Are you okay?
She walks me home,
And I'm holding my stomach,
Which I felt so much hurting and so much pain.
It was like I lost a life on this bicycle that day.
And I remember the hurt,
The pain,
The agony of my stomach,
And me getting gone and riding not knowing what I was doing.
My question is,
Did they fall from me trying to ride their bike,
Make me a failure,
Or was it a brave act of getting on the bike and trying to ride?
Did the fall hurt?
Yes,
It did.
It hurt so bad.
It knocked the breath out of me,
My tiny little body.
My stomach hurt.
I cried.
Or was it the bike's fault for me taking that risk?
Something that I want to do.
Can I blame the bike?
No,
I cannot.
Can I blame the handlebars?
No,
I cannot.
I did it.
I fell down.
I hurt myself,
But I learned a lesson.
Always check to see if the brakes are set.
Get back home.
Get back up.
Ride again.
We have many falls in life.
It may hurt.
It may bring tears and fear.
But those are just chances we take in life.
Getting back up after the hurt and the pain of the fall.
Know that you are not a failure.
You are living life.
Things happen for a reason.
Look at the good and see the cause.
Get back home.
Ride the waves of love.
Experience the beauty of hurt and pain.
Do not disregard the hurt.
Sit with them,
Experience,
And learn from them.
That is life and that is what we're here for.
I love you.
Thank you for listening.
