The Accident

Poor Drew. He is biking 4 miles each way every day to attend driver's ed. We got a new bike so he could get there on his own without my having to leave work mid morning and mid afternoon. He is OK with the idea since the soccer coach is expecting them to run 2 miles a day anyway.


Yesterday, after a few weeks of successful biking, he had a problem. He was standing up to pedal and the bike suddenly without warning and for no apparent reason changed gears. Drew slipped off the pedal and went flying head over heels onto the shoulder of the road.


Thank goodness he had his helmet on and no cars were coming. The bike was a bit banged up but still ridable. He collected himself and despite bad and bleeding scrapes on his arm and leg, managed to get to class and home afterwards.


I have to say that one of my least favorite experiences is to come home to an injured child. He was sitting in the blue recliner somewhat in a state of shock, bandages everywhere and obviously hurting. I listened to his tale of woe and checked the bandages. We will definitely need more first aid supplies. He is a bit too old for me to kiss his pain away, but I sympathize with his agony.


Ruefully he tells me that perhaps he is learning not to be in such a rush, to slow down a little and be more careful. I smile. Perhaps he will. Meanwhile, we tie the bike to the car rack and head back to the shop to get it fixed. I guess I will be driving my poor invalid to class for awhile.