Scott Adams, the Dilbert cartoonist, wrote in last weekend’s Wall Street Journal about his 2011: he’d dubbed it My Year of Living Dangerously.
Adams recounts his spectacular motorcycle crash at the age of 15 when his front tire sinks into the den of a family of woodchucks, sending him 25 feet in the air.
Three paragraphs are entirely devoted to the seconds he spent mid-flight. It’s a laugh-out loud article, alberit irreverent at times. “About three-quarters into my aerial rotation, I accepted Jesus Christ as my lord and personal savior, just to improve my odds. And I made a promise to myself that, if I lived, I would follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and lead a timid life, far from danger’s reach. As far as I know, there has never been a hero in my bloodline – not one solider, police officer or fireman. . . From that day one, I kept my promise to myself and avoided all unnecessary physical risk. My strategy got easier when I became a syndicated cartoonist; I told anyone who would listen that I couldn’t risk injuring my drawing hand.”