After this rest stop I did one of the hardest 10 miles of riding I'd ever done. I pulled a young Army soldier through some of the toughest climbs of the ride. Fortunately, there was always a rider nearby who would come up and put a hand on my back making us a sort of sandwich of support.
The soldier talked openly about her injury and confided in me that for all her suffering, she had learned that her misfortune was a really gift that she could give to others, a strength that comes only through the crucible of experience. At the end of the 10 miles, I was exhausted but happy to take her gift with me now and long after the ride is history.
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