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I went for a walk with my friend last Friday.

He is ‘the librarian’.

I have euphemistically used this name to describe him for some time because if I come up against a subject (in anything that I’m unsure of) I can ask him the question and the reply comes back qualified, based on huge research and enormous intelligence.

So, we walked the Otley Chevin.

The librarian is obsessive, you need to be obsessive to be a librarian.

Before he walked and ran these hills recently, he cycled almost every single day.

He cycled thousands and thousands of miles a year, always 180 miles a week.

Until he was hit by a truck in July.

Dominic and I have been friends for years. As an excuse to talk we would ride our bikes together whenever the opportunity arose but, in truth, bikes were an excuse to talk to each other.

He is the cleverest person I have ever known, in the classical sense of cleverness.

He is a prolific Facebook user but his Facebook persona belies his actual persona, which you would not possibly appreciate unless you were to speak to him at length.

Some people call him a racist because of arguments on Facebook but he is as far away from racism as perhaps anyone I have ever known.

He is just remarkably more intelligent than anyone else he speaks to.

He was nearly destroyed in the accident in July when a 2.9 tonne truck hit him almost head on as he passed through a green traffic light.

There are not many people who would have recovered to this point in that space of time like the librarian has.

So, we walked and we talked like it was before July, only this time almost better because it’s easier to talk when you walk than it is when you ride a bike. Yet again though, in the aftermath of an horrific event for one of my best friends, the tables turned.

I thought I went there to help Dominic but, unknowingly, it turned out it was the other way around.

Dominic and Rebecca inspired me on Friday, they showed me there is joy beyond almost the worst thing and there is a place where you can find peace and progress and, dare I say it, happiness.

It put my troubles and my doubts and my woes of late into complete perspective and gave me the strength and the energy to go and seek some more objects.

Blog Post Number: 1823