A First Aid Instructor’s Day : Passion, Kilometers, Connections

The 5:45 a.m. meeting with my old motorcycle It's 5:45 a.m. While many are still asleep, the engine of my old motorcycle begins to purr softly in front of my house. She's not exactly young anymore, but she's never let me down. I often joke that she's my "second wife." Together, we travel nearly