FIRE FIGHTER CYCLE
Four years ago crossing the Blue Mountains in Australia I was hungry, cold, tired and scraped up with abrasions from a crash. I passed a farmhouse at dusk, and asked for some water for my camp. Margaret invited me right in, to stay at her BnB. She treated me like her long lost son, and reminded me of my long lost Mom.. Her husband had died a few years earlier and she seemed lonely, but so happy to have company. I had a nice warm shower with nice smelling soaps, and meals and a bed I will never forget. She made me stay a few days. As I rode away with tears, I thought how I likely will never her see her again yet loved her so much......just like my mom.
I am a fire captain and cancer survivor.
In memory of the