Simon Cowell faced health problems due to two bicycle accidents that happened two years apart. He and the other judges of America’s Got Talent talked about it on the Today Show with hosts Heidi Klum, Howie Mandel, and Terry Crews. The 63-year-old celebrity had another accident in London in 2022 while riding his e-bike, following a previous fall in Malibu in 2020.
Simon was asked how the bike accidents changed his view on life for the upcoming 18th season of America’s Got Talent.
Before the accidents, he admitted, “I wasn’t in the best shape, so the accidents were pretty bad for me.” It wasn’t until the recovery process that he realized how unfit he was.
Then he said, “It was an eye-opener, a true moment of realization!” Simon noticed his strong passion for biking and said he believed everything happens for a reason.
He declared, “I’m not giving up on my bike,” making his fellow judges happy. He really loves these amazing inventions.
After the second accident, Simon had to go to the hospital, where they found he had a broken arm and a concussion.
Even though the second bike crash wasn’t as bad as the first, it still made Simon break his back and wear a wrist brace for many months. After these accidents, he changed how he lives, especially for his nine-year-old son, Eric. Simon’s fiancée, Lauren Silverman, inspired him to make positive changes.
In an interview last year with The Sun, he talked about dealing with the aftermath of his e-bike accident. Simon said, “I was in such a bad place when I broke my back that I thought about going to therapy for the first time in my life.”
He felt sad because he couldn’t share his feelings with Eric. Simon wondered when he could do activities with Eric again, like playing soccer and going for walks.
Eric was born to Simon and Lauren on February 14, 2014. After Simon’s bike accidents, he shared that his son came up with a funny new nickname for him.
During an interview with Entertainment Tonight, the judge from Britain’s Got Talent admitted feeling “embarrassed” after watching episodes at home.
Now, Simon’s back has metal rods and screws after surgery, but he found comfort in Eric comparing him to the famous superhero Iron Man.
Simon proudly said, “When I reunited with my family, Eric said, ‘Dad, you look like Iron Man.’” “Yeah, I’m like Iron Man, indeed,” I grinned.
Since then, Simon doesn’t have trouble laughing off his challenges. He even downplayed more serious injuries from working on the AGT stage in June 2021.
During a kid-friendly Shaolin Kung Fu act, Terry asked Simon if he could see himself doing risky acrobatics. Simon joked, “After hurting my back, going around the garden with Eric felt like a great achievement. But, I couldn’t help thinking, ‘Maybe not such a great idea!’”
Simon’s journey shows his unbreakable determination. Despite the difficulties from the bike accidents, he stays excited about cycling and life, finding humor in his misadventures. Share this article with friends and family!
Man in Walmart Demanded That I Give up My Wheelchair for His Tired Wife – Karma Got Him before I Could
I never expected a trip to Walmart to turn into a showdown over my wheelchair, with a stranger demanding I give it up for his tired wife. As the situation spiraled and a crowd gathered, I realized this ordinary shopping day was taking an extraordinary turn.
I was cruising down the aisles in my wheelchair, feeling pretty good after scoring some deals, when a guy—let’s call him Mr. Entitled—blocked my path.
“Hey, you,” he barked, “My wife needs to sit down. Give her your wheelchair.”
I blinked, thinking it was a joke. “Uh, sorry, what?”
“You heard me,” he snapped, gesturing to his wife. “She’s been on her feet all day. You’re young, you can walk.”
I tried to keep my cool. “I actually can’t walk. That’s why I have the chair.”
Mr. Entitled’s face turned red. “Don’t lie to me! Now get up and let my wife sit down!”
My jaw dropped. I glanced at his wife, who looked mortified.
“Look, sir,” I said, patience wearing thin, “I need this chair to get around. There are benches near the front of the store.”
But he wasn’t having it. He stepped closer, looming over me. “Listen here, you little —”
“Is there a problem here?”
I’ve never been so relieved to hear a Walmart employee’s voice. A guy named Miguel appeared, looking concerned.
Mr. Entitled whirled on Miguel. “Yes! This girl won’t give up her wheelchair for my tired wife. Make her get out of it!”
Miguel’s eyebrows shot up. “Sir, we can’t ask customers to give up mobility aids. That’s not appropriate.”
Mr. Entitled sputtered. “What’s not appropriate is this faker taking up a chair when my wife needs it!”
People were starting to stare. Miguel tried to calm things down, speaking in a low tone. “Sir, please lower your voice. We have benches available. I can show you where they are.”
But Mr. Entitled was on a roll. He jabbed a finger at Miguel’s chest. “Don’t tell me to lower my voice! I want to speak to your manager right now!”
As he ranted, he stepped back—right into a display of canned vegetables. He stumbled, arms windmilling, and went down hard.
CRASH!
Cans went flying everywhere. Mr. Entitled lay sprawled on the floor, surrounded by dented tins of green beans and corn. For a moment, everything was silent.
His wife rushed forward. “Frank! Are you okay?”
Frank tried to get up, but slipped on a rolling can and went down again with another crash.
I couldn’t hold back a laugh. Miguel shot me a look, fighting a smile too.
“Sir, please don’t move,” Miguel said, reaching for his walkie-talkie. “I’m calling for assistance.”
Frank ignored him, struggling to his feet again. “This is ridiculous! I’ll sue this whole store!”
By now, a small crowd had gathered. A security guard and a manager appeared, taking in the scene—Frank standing unsteadily, cans everywhere, Miguel trying to keep things calm.
“What’s going on here?” the manager asked.
Frank opened his mouth to rant again, but his wife cut him off. “Nothing,” she said quickly. “We were just leaving. Come on, Frank.”
She grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the exit. As they passed me, she paused. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
Then they were gone, leaving a mess of cans and confused onlookers in their wake.
The manager turned to me. “Ma’am, I’m so sorry for the disturbance. Are you alright?”
I nodded, finding my voice. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… wow. That was something else.”
He apologized again and started organizing the cleanup. People began to disperse, but a few helped pick up cans.
An older woman approached me, patting my arm. “You handled that so well, dear. Some people just don’t think before they speak.”
I smiled. “Thanks. I’m just glad it’s over.”
As the commotion died down, I decided to finish my shopping. No way was I letting Frank ruin my entire trip. I rolled down the next aisle, trying to shake off the residual tension.
“Hey,” a voice called out. I turned to see Miguel jogging up to me. “I just wanted to check if you’re really okay. That guy was way out of line.”
I sighed. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for stepping in. Does this kind of thing happen often?”
Miguel shook his head. “Not like that, no. But you’d be surprised how entitled some people can be. It’s like they forget basic human decency when they walk through the doors.”
We chatted for a bit as I continued shopping. Miguel shared some of his own customer service horror stories, which honestly made me feel a bit better. At least I wasn’t alone in dealing with difficult people.
As I left the store, I couldn’t help but shake my head at the whole experience. What a day. But you know what? For every Frank out there, there are way more decent folks—like Miguel, that nice older lady, and curious kids.
I headed home, my faith in humanity a little battered but still intact. And hey, at least I had a wild story to tell. Plus, I got some free cereal out of the deal. Silver linings, right?
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