One thursday morning (that was 6 months ago) between 8am-9am. That day we have to harvest our copras. The two workmen didn't come so i had to call a help from one of our relative,. Its actually 5kms away to get there. So i take my bicycle. I remember my mom called me not to go there with my bike it might something happen. But i didn't listen. The road is winding. My bicycle run very fast. At the end of the road i didn't know the interior of my bicycle (boom!) and then the accident happen. At first i forgot what happen. Now i know a person whose in accident had trauma. That was happen to me. I felt pity for myself but too late to regret. I got fractured on my right leg. The doctor diagnose my patela broke on my knee, right sufracon my bones to broke into pieces. But thank god they still save my leg. (I can't imagine myself one day having a cut leg. Its very more harder.) They put a stainless on the broken bone and k-wire on my patela. And now i'm already surviving. I can now walk a little and completing my therapy. One thing i had learn is. Always listen to what your mom tells you. Its for your own safety..