Recently riding in FL, I met a man named Jaime (IIRC) who really showed me how blessed we are especially on two wheels. I was coming off my first 20 miles touring Tampa Bay and stopped at WaWa to get my nutrition and hydration and rest. Jaime sat at the table next to me and we struck up a conversation, laughing at a cock and hen (!) just hanging out with us. He looked like most who have had a hard life in FL. Scars, leathery wrinkled deeply tanned skin, dirty feet and hands, etc. He told me some crazy stories. Going down an overpass at 50 mph, cracking wheels in half and such. His MTB had seen better days. Was missing a pedal in fact.
But he spoke casually just relating to me as a cyclist and I tried to return the favor. As I was leaving I told Jamie it was really nice to meet him. As I pedaled away, I felt really grateful to God that I was blessed to be able to go on an all day ride on a nice bike, all kitted up with no care in the world (right then) but making sure I had nutrition and hydration for the next 20 miles. Jamie had far larger concerns when he rides. I have been admonished by cycling friends to remember this.
Please savor the blessings you have on those two wheels and life in general. They’re gifts.