Life’s too short to read stories. Let’s face it — life’s too short to read this story too.

Skim it. Go and look at some pics. Nobody reads long reads anymore.

Sometimes, I have this crazy fantasy that some story goes out. And it hasn’t been read by anybody. And, hidden down somewhere in paragraph 13, is a typo revealing the secret of the universe. But nobody gets it. Because nobody reads stories…

Anyway, I want to tell you a story. It’s up to you to read it or not. But it’s ok, it’s just a story of how bikes can not only ruin lives but also make matches for life.

60 years ago, my father was known for his reckless behavior on his motorbike. He loved the thrill of the wind on his face and the rush of adrenaline that came with speeding down the road. 

Despite his love for adventure, he was a responsible young man who knew the risks of riding fast. However, one day, his recklessness caught up with him. He hit something going around 80 mph and ended up in the hospital with serious injuries.

As he lay in the hospital bed, he couldn't help but think of his lost wallet. He had lost all of his personal identification and cash in the crash, and he had no idea where it was. 

Meanwhile, my mom was walking along the road when she stumbled across the wallet. She looked inside and saw that it belonged to my father. She knew she had to return it to him.

She found my father's room and knocked on the door when she got to the hospital. A nurse let her in, and she introduced herself as the person who had found my father's wallet.

"Hello, sir. I found your wallet on the road. Are you okay?" asked my mom.

My father was surprised and happy to see her, and they started talking. "Oh, thank you so much. I've been looking everywhere for it. Yes, I'm doing okay, just a few broken bones. How did you come across it?" he replied.

"I was walking along the road and found it lying there. I thought it might be important, so I opened it to see who it belonged to. I'm glad I could return it to you," said my mom.

They quickly realized they had a lot in common. They both loved to travel and explore new places.

"So, do you like to travel?" asked my father.

"Yes, I love it. There's something so exciting about exploring new places and meeting new people," replied my mom.

"I couldn't agree more. I've always been an adventurer at heart. I think that's why I love riding my motorbike so much," said my father.

They talked for hours, and my father felt like he had known my mom for years. She was kind and gentle, and he was drawn to her beautiful smile. She was also impressed by my father's courage and adventurous spirit. Despite the circumstances that brought them together, they felt like they were meant to meet. They exchanged addresses and started seeing each other after my father was released from the hospital.

They went on their first date to a local diner, where they talked about their hopes and dreams.

"I've always wanted to see the world," said my mom.

"Well, then we'll have to make that happen. I want to take you to all the places you've ever dreamed of seeing," said my father.

My mom blushed and smiled. "I'd like that very much."

They continued to date for a few years, and eventually, my father proposed. My mom said yes, and they got married in a beautiful ceremony with their family and friends in attendance.

They have been together for 62 years, and their love was strong all those years. They have traveled the world together, raised a family, and built a life full of love and adventure. Whenever they tell the story of how they met, they smile and remember that it was fate that brought them together. If it wasn't for my father's reckless behavior on his motorbike that day, they might never have met. They believe that sometimes accidents can lead to the most wonderful things in life.

In the end, my father's accident was the best thing that ever happened to him. It brought him a lifetime of love and happiness with the woman of his dreams.

BTW, you’ve seen that typo in this story, telling about the secret of the universe, right?