Gordon Ramsay is thankful to be alive, and he credits not only all the doctors, nurses, and staff at a Connecticut hospital who took care of him, but also the helmet which he says saved his life.
Over the Father’s Day weekend, the celebrity chef took to social media to share a scary story with his fans. Even a week after the accident, it still had Ramsay shaken up.
“This week I had a really bad accident while riding my bike in Connecticut,” he wrote. “I’m doing ok and did not break any bones or suffer any major injuries but I am a bit bruised up looking like a purple potato.”
Ramsay, who is an avid cycler, explained the importance of wearing a helmet no matter how “short the journey is” or the fact that helmets cost money because they’re “crucial.”
“I’m lucky to be standing here. I’m in pain. It’s been a brutal week, and I’m sort of getting through it,” Ramsay said as he lifted his shirt to reveal a massive bruise.The Hell’s Kitchen star also included before and after photos from his accident.
I’m so glad Gordon Ramsay is okay. Seeing his bruise and the aftermath of his helmet is an excellent reminder of the importance of making sure you always wear a helmet no matter what!
My Son’s Boyfriend Dresses My Granddaughter Inappropriately. Here’s What I Did About It.
I drove up to my son’s new house early Saturday morning, looking forward to a day with my granddaughter, Trisha. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over the quiet neighborhood. As I pulled up to the driveway, I saw Trisha waiting on the porch, and my heart leapt with joy. But as she came into full view, my joy turned to shock. My eight-year-old granddaughter was dressed in an outfit more suited for a teenager heading to a rave than a young child.
She wore a crop top, mini skirt, and chunky boots, with her hair dyed a bright, unnatural shade of pink. I could barely recognize the sweet girl I used to tuck into bed every night. My son’s new partner, Sonya, stood behind her, looking entirely unbothered.
“Good morning, Grandma!” Trisha chirped, running up to hug me.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I replied, my voice catching in my throat. “What are you wearing?”
Before Trisha could answer, Sonya stepped forward. “It’s the latest fashion, Janet. Kids express themselves through their clothing these days. You wouldn’t understand.”
The Rift in the Family
The loss of my daughter-in-law had been devastating for our family. My son, Mark, had been inconsolable for months. In his grief, he had asked me to move in with him and help take care of Trisha. We had formed a close-knit unit, helping each other heal. But then, Sonya appeared.
At first, I was hopeful. Mark deserved happiness, and if Sonya could provide that, I would support their relationship. But it quickly became apparent that she was not a good influence. She encouraged Mark to work less and party more, leaving Trisha in her care far too often.
When Mark decided to move in with Sonya, I was left in his house, relegated to seeing Trisha only on weekends. It felt as though my entire life had been upended by this woman who didn’t seem to care about the family she was disrupting.
A Day of Reflection
After the initial shock, I decided to go on with the day as planned. We went to the park, had lunch at her favorite restaurant, and visited the zoo. But throughout the day, I couldn’t shake the image of Trisha’s outfit and Sonya’s dismissive attitude.
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