biking alone

One day I was riding my mountain bike on the unpaved roads near our country home. I was coasting down a fairly steep hill and did not see an area of mud that had washed onto the road after the last downpour. I hit it and before I could react, I went down. Hard. I was dazed and gasping to get my lungs working again. I could do nothing but lay there, sprawled on my back looking up at the sky for what seemed a long time. The sky was a beautiful blue with a few wisps of white clouds. The birds were singing and there was a wonderful sweet smell wafting to me on the warm breeze. Crabapple, I thought to myself. All in all, aside from the buzzing in my head and the nagging pain in my hip and shoulder, it was pleasant laying there letting the cobwebs in my mind slowly disappear. Then it came to me like a flashing sign at the forefront of my consciousness, I could have died. Died right here, ALONE. That thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through my body-alone. Not the dieing part but the alone part. I always thought that you needed someone with you when you die, like I have been with loved ones in the past. Then I remember thinking; what would be so terrible dieing by myself on a beautiful day like this, doing something I really enjoy? I also though. I must have hit my head harder than I first realized because I really think I could do this; die by myself and be happy.
After taking an inventory of myself and my bike, I found nothing broken that would prevent me from getting back home, especially if I pushed my bike. Needless to say, it was a slow process and I had plenty of time to reflect on my earlier delusion or self discovery. The closer I got to home the more I was sure I didn't have brain damage or something equally debilitating, and found myself wanting to share the news with my family.
When I first hit the house and a general alarm went up that I had been in some sort of mishap, my family gathered around me. After hundreds of questions and admonishments to be more careful, I convinced everyone that I was sore but would heal. Then I dropped the bomb- "I know this sounds strange, but I just want you all to know, that if I die suddenly and you can't be with me, don't worry. I want you to know that I would be happy and would be thinking of all of you" I sure felt better after sharing this revelation in my life, but from the looks I was getting I would not have been surprised to see men with white coats pull in the driveway later that evening."