Four motorcycles wrecked in the Mid-Columbia area the week of June 17-23. Three of the riders died.
I didn't. I'm lucky to be alive, and grateful.
Who I'm grateful to, though, demands a wide net.
-- Several people stopped their cars, checked my condition and directed traffic around me. They actually held me down so I wouldn't injure myself any further. One put a blanket underneath my head so I was comfortable.
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-- The first responders were professional and courteous. They had a sense of humor, too, and when I hurt too much to laugh at my bad jokes, they did so for me. A special thank you to the firefighter who drove my wife's car to the hospital.
-- My colleagues at the Tri-City Herald were gracious and kind in their well-wishes and help -- especially Kelly Nite, who drove my wife to the hospital; Publisher Gregg McConnell, for checking up on me at the hospital and my boss, news editor Andy Perdue, who also visited me at the hospital, for forcing me to take time off (I never said I was sharp).
-- My ever-suffering wife, Katie, for being so patient with me. No more motorcycles, babe.
-- Last, to God. Message received.
JAKE DORSEY, Kennewick