We all tell some white lies…

By the time this blog posts, I’ll be in Canada and so when my dad reads it, he may or may not have known the truth, but we shall see. It’s funny that certain people in your life read the blog. I try not to offend even when I speak my mind.

So here goes, the little secrets I have held back…

However, it was for a good reason I swear. When shit goes down, we all like to tell certain people in our lives. Get advice, chat a bit, and see what comes of it. But as things go, events are happening in other people’s lives as well. One needs to think if what you have going on is worth or not worth sharing.

I decided not to share my motorcycle accident with my dad.

Sure, he probably should have known that if it were not for slow Bali traffic I could have been run over. Or the fact that I was badly scraped up on my toes, shin, thighs, and the palms of my hand.

I decided not to share because…

My aunt had been severely ill and to everyone’s surprise, she probably lived longer than any of us anticipated. In other words, my dad had his hands and head full of the daily rigors of looking after and visiting my aunt in the hospital and the old age home. The last thing my dad needed to hear was,

“I had an accident; I am lucky to be alive.”

To be truthful the accident was my fault. Sort of my fault, it was my fault that I grabbed a handful of brakes on the little Honda Scoopy I had as a rental. Ah, but why did I grab a handful of brakes and why did I fall? Well, that in its entirety could be a book of its own and would go something like this…my partner was cheating on me and I got wind of it while on the scooter. As you know WhatsApp reads out the messages on the phone with your ear pods in.

I was lost in the moment. I was late seeing the people braking. I braked, turned, and slid on my right side. At first, I thought I got away with it and had barely a scratch. Until I gathered myself up and slowly the pain set in. I was on the way to a meeting and decided to go even though I was in pretty rough shape since I could get some immediate medication and cleanup.

To make matters worse, after the meeting, the sky opened up and with open wounds all over my body, I should have gone to a doctor instead of riding through a torrential downpour. So that is my white lie. I didn’t want to tell my dad. Instead, I went on a road trip with my friend to two separate volcanoes in East Java Indonesia. There you are, now you know Dad…