Sometimes it's difficult to pinpoint what delivers you to a certain point or location in life.

And there's always those random influences. You know, you go along in one direction, then you bump into something and it sends you off in another

direction you know the story you meet somebody and then something happens and then you end up

somewhere maybe not a complete deviation but a new direction a new location nonetheless

but it's setting a goal that has the power to keep

drawing you back to your original direction, to your original purpose, so that when you

get thrown off or maybe start to question why are you doing what you're doing,

you're reminded of your goal and the reasons that you wanted to achieve it in the first place.

Steve Robertson came up with the idea to ride his motorcycle by himself from his home in Ottawa, Ontario to the bottom of South America.

Now he had no international motorcycle travel experience. He'd never done a trip like this, never done a trip this long,

and along with that he didn't speak any Spanish and he knew already that traveling in these foreign countries

with the language barrier would be a challenge.

But he set a goal to reach the southernmost point of South America the farthest he can go by

road and figured the rest is going to come to him as he needed it.

So with a few translation apps in his pocket, he jumped on to his beloved BMW and

pointed south.

On the eighth day of his trip, while in Mexico, he had a crash.

When the dust settled, he was injured, although not permanently damaged, but he couldn't lift his arm.

So now Steve was faced with a dilemma. He had saved up for this

trip of a lifetime. It was the first one he had ever done. Should he end his trip

right there? Is this an omen? Should he fly home? Should he leave the bike in Mexico?

Or should he find some way to keep going? And if so, how is he going to ride with an arm that he can't move?

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