I have broken bread, drank and stayed with some of the poorest people on the planet. The amazing thing about their culture is: They always were willing to share the little food they had, give me a bed, and they were always happy. But they usually had bad teeth due to lack of a dental plan, so they smiled with closed lips.
I learned a lot about how we take things for granted!
Add this to your lifes to do list .
Cinque Terre Italy ( Five Towns) is a string of centuries-old seaside villages on the rugged Italian Riviera coastline. In each of the 5 towns, colorful houses and vineyards cling to steep terraces, harbors are filled with fishing boats and trattorias. Its one of the few places on earth I left my bike in the room and hiked. Thats because you can't bike or even drive a car between the villages. Its a total of 10 km of breathtaking scenery.
The Producers said they want us to tour right across Canada next year. They said to promote the film and help support Firefighters cancer awareness. RIDE ? I said.
Sparkle lit up right away. I started my own Mason bees after seeing how they are declining around the world on my journey. Now I worked up to buying a flow hive.
Doing my part to save the bees. But not easy to just leave them when I cross Canada. So I will bring hundreds of bee cocoons on my bike and hatch them across Canada.
My dreams were to one day be a firefighter. Later in life hoped to make a movie like I did as a child with my dad on his 8 mm camera. Well an amazing film company that believes in my story is actually making my movie but I get to be a Producer. I got cancer from my job and people politely say, its for a reason. Ha I thought. Well my dreams are
coming true. Oddly enough had I never got cancer they might not have. If you know someone that is sick and the Doctor told them to get their affairs in order it looks bad. Tell them my story.
Better yet bring them to my film next year!
Thank you Mom for buying me my first bike. Look where I went. I was free.
I love you so much. I miss you every day. Rudy
What it was like to fly over Fiji. But in a Beaver float plane, made in Canada, with a pilot from Vancouver, Canada... that finds out Vancouver is my home town.
Chapter 11 : The Deserts.
It could not have been in a more remote location the night a scorpion stung me. No phone reception on a dirt road, and over a hundred km to a roadhouse. I was in my warm sleeping bag the sting felt like a hot knife burning its way into my skin. All I could do to kill the pain was take a Demerol I had for extreme pain. I thought I surely was going to die there. I knew a Bark Scorpion was deadly but I had no idea what type it was as it scurried into the night as I rolled around in pain in the sand. I was at first very afraid of dying alone there. I thought of my family and friends, all the people I had met terminally ill that were so brave.How could they be so brave? I thought about the time spent in the cancer ward thinking I will die there in some bed. I thought how I almost died trapped falling through a staircase in a house fire. I wished I had found the peace again . But then I felt calm, as I looked up the the beautiful desert stars. I felt an absolute peace in this beautiful warm place. Maybe it was the demerol. I went into a feverish dream. I awoke the next morning and clenched the sand in my fists feeling the earth knowing I would live. And then suddenly, I knew why I had yet been given another chance to live.
I am a fire captain and cancer survivor.
In memory of the
FIRE FIGHTER CYCLE