I had this feeling just pulsing in me to take Grayson on a bike ride. I cannot even explain how important it felt. So after cleaning the church we headed home and I told Grayson to grab his bike.
He was ecstatic!!!
And I’m telling you, I was full of love and peace and it felt so right that I was actually very ponderous about what in the world I was feeling.
My bike was in the storage unit but Cade had gotten for me before leaving town but had forgotten my helmet. I had the thought that I should be wearing one (though the angle I got I still would have been beat up but more on that later) but I decided it was just a loop around the block so Grayson threw his on and off we went.
I Should Have Listened
As we came around the cul-de-sac, I had the thought, no I should spend time with him. So I motioned to cross the street and we’d go on the walking trail. I could see a little slope from the road to the trail and I had a flat out thought to walk my bike down it. Immediately I rolled my eyes at myself as if I was being wimpy as it was so tiny, and continued forward. Just as I got to the edge I could see that it wasn’t a slope but a little ledge of asphalt and instead of grass that section had loose gravel.
I knew it before it happened.
The tire snagged the broken up asphalt and then skidded through the loose gravel, unable to grip the ground and as much as I tried to save it the bike spun out to the side and launched me forward.
I cannot stop replaying, like an old VHS on rewind, my face about to slam straight into the concrete.
I felt my teeth immediately.
They were no longer where they should be.
“Mom, Are You OK?”
And as I lifted my head to assess the damage I my brain was whirring with the worst. Feeling the blood everywhere and the dirt and the reality of hard concrete under me, both helping me feel secure and pulsing as the enemy that crushed me I felt as though the bones in my face had shattered and my lips had been ripped from my mouth.
And then I heard the softness of a familiar voice behind me…
“Mom!!! Are you ok?!”
I rolled over and started to sit up, absolutely certain I’d just crushed every bone in my right hand and my face…
What are the Chances?
The day before my accident a little girl down the road had come to play with Grayson for the first time. I grabbed her dad’s number just in case, we chatted for a bit and then I carried on with my life.
What are the chances?
I had just watched my face hurl into the asphalt and was slowly pushing myself up from the pavement to look myself over. I glanced up and saw a man walking calmly but pointedly across the street to me. He had a smile on his face and concern in his eyes as he squatted down and said, “Hey, you ok?”
What are the chances that a dad we’ve seen at the bus stop would officially get to know me just the day before?
What are the chances that because of his background he would have seen plenty of bloodied up faces and wasn’t the slightest bit worked up about me?
Lifting me to my feet he walked me across the road, back to our neighborhood and said, “how are you feeling?” Just as a wave of nausea hit.
I told him I thought I was going to be sick and he very calmly sat me day and