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I am happily married to an amazing military man who spent 9 years enlisted and is now an Officer in the US Army. We have two amazing boys who are not so little any more! They still infuse every moment of every day with creativity and energy, and make my life an adventure.  I was educated at home, and am now teaching our children - second generation homeschoolers! I try every day to become more like Jesus Christ, and to love like HE does. If you want you can try and catch me at bethylovesandy@yahoo.com

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"For the Lord gives wisdom. From His mouth come knowledge and understanding." Proverbs 2:6 NKJV 
The Message translation puts it this way "God gives out Wisdom free, is plainspoken in Knowledge and Understanding."

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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Speaking of Life and Death...

This is our hill
(we are on the left)

Looking down - we are about 1/8 of the way up the hill.

Looking up - still 7/8 left to go.
The boys and I walk to the top sometimes to find someplace flat to ride bikes. Then they can leave their bikes there and we walk another hill, exactly like this one, down to the mailboxes. 
Canaan rode his bike down the hill not too long ago, with success.
He slowed down often, in fact coming to a complete stop part way down. 
Unfortunately, I think it gave him a bit of a big head. 
This last time he tried coming down the hill, he did not have success.

 When he hit the gravel at the bottom he skidded out of control.
He managed to slide between the trailer and the big pile of construction refuse.
He jumped the smaller pile of construction junk, flipped, and landed, he thinks, on his back with the bike on top of him. 
There, where you can see the tall grass pushed down.
 I was walking down the hill holding tight to Zion's bike. (He insists on riding also, but as well as riding the brakes, he never gets to shake off the Mommy brake!) 
 So, I was several minutes behind Canaan. When I got to our driveway I expected to find him sitting on the porch, seeking shade. Instead, neither he nor his bike were in sight. I figured he was trying to ride in the gravel and dirt at the bottom of the hill. He hates it, but occasionally gives it a try. 
 Then, I hear "Mommy". In that trying not to cry, attempting to be brave but really just wanting to sob voice only an 8 year old has. 
 And I can't see him. I don't see his bike. I expect to see him wrecked in the gravel, and I can't see him. I can't find him. I am trying to be calm, "Canaan, Canaan" - but I am about to get to the panic mode, because I can't see him. I can't see him. Then I hear it again, "Mommy". And I am close enough this time to hear where it is coming from.

From the top of the ditch, he looks so far away. But, when I get there, he is standing up. So I go into "Reassurance mode". 
"Look, nothing is broken. You are standing up and your arms work." 
"Snif, Snif. I couldn't breathe for a minute."
"Yeah, I bet you got the wind knocked out of you. That's a big bike to have on top of you. I'm going to have to climb down in there and get you, aren't I. If I get poison ivy I am going to have to kill you child. You better hope there isn't any down here. Look, I'm even wearing flip-flops..."

 As I am climbing down, teasing him to distract him, I see this huge metal bar, (rebar maybe?) sticking out of a piece of concrete RIGHT NEXT to where he landed. And my heart nearly stopped. That could have been IN him, rather then beside him.
While I was dragging his bike out of the ditch, and freaking out because there was a definite crack in the top of his bike helmet, he went into the bathroom and started trying to clean up. I wanted to get a picture while he was still covered in mud. He must have been on his stomach at some point in time, because the front of his shirt was coated in mud too, as well as his arms, face, back of his shirt, well, everything. I snapped this into the mirror of the bathroom. Then I just laughed when I realized that he thought he was going to be able to clean up with a washcloth. Boys! Avoiding a shower if at all possible...

 He managed to come out of it with a black eye, a bruised leg, scraped knees and a bit of a sore stomach. That is all.
 That is all.
 We are so very blessed.

 He hasn't wanted to ride his bike again yet. We have talked the whole thing up as a huge adventure, trying to make sure there is no fear left there holding on to him. I think I will encourage him to ride his bike again soon, before he only has bad memories associated with it. But I don't know that I want him doing that hill again!


Tricia said...

I am so very glad he is OK.

For many understandable reasons and a few incomprehensible ones, this post made me cry.

Give it time. He will get back on the bike soon. M still can't... though she wants to. :)

Anonymous said...

I just keep remembering when you told me the story and because of our horrible phone connection these days I thought you said he was "covered in blood", I calmly asked "so where was he bleeding from" and you told me "covered in mud" not "blood" very reassuring but my heart kinda stopped for a few minutes... Nani!!

Angelia Sims Hardy said...

This post brought tears for me too. Just because I know, I KNOW, how scary close is. When I saw my daughter's crunched in roof of the Jeep with the top pieces blown off and ALL that glass. Glass everyone. But she only needed one stitch in her wrist and very minor scraps on her legs. And ONE mark on her forhead. So unbelievable. I don't know that I'll ever get over that.

SO GLAD HE IS OKAY. I know he will be riding again and no more hills thankyouverymuch for a while.

Hugs to you!!