Gift 9. The End.

Today, a woman and her husband were riding their bikes on a busy Cambridge street.  She took a very hard fall, right by my car.  I heard the crash.  I heard her scream, and cry.  She was bruised, and bloody.  I put her bike in my trunk and drove her home.  (her husband rode his bike to their house, and met us there). 

Then I rode my own bike 24 miles, to fulfill a winter time promise made to Rachel.

Then I came home and died.  Slowly.  The end.