It’s easy to forget how fragile our lives are. I get so caught up here with teaching, and now with grading and just those little “things” that fill up the days, that I end up enjoying drives through town. The wind is refreshing and always renews my spirits and gives me a better outlook.

Yesterday I was going for a late afternoon snack with some co-workers. It’s almost like a small meal consisting of noodles and pork leg in broth. However, as we drove past the roundabout in the center of town, there was a large flatbed truck stopped and lots of police around. When we went past we could see a motorbike, the kind that everyone drives in this country, underneath the front wheels of the truck. There was no sign of the driver and/or passenger of the motorbike.

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