Before we left the in-laws land yesterday my oldes wanted to take us for "One more ride" in the four wheeler. I said yes, but for the first time all weekend insisted they both buckle themselves in and I sat in the unprotected rear bed. The driver and passenger are protected by a roll bar.
I don't know what made me buckle them in, we hadn't used the seat belts all weekend, or ever. I had to dig them out of the seats because nobody ever used them.
On the way back, going about thirty miles an hour my seventeen year old hit some soft sand on a turn and flipped us.
I was holding on with my right hand and went flying when my wrist snapped and all the skin ripped off the back of it. As I was flying through the air I was thinking over and over; "Please God don't let them be hurt!"
Then I landed on the back of my head (suffering a minor concussion, my thirtieth or so) I was up running after them while they were still tumbling toward a stand of small trees. Praying to God the whole time.
When I got there and looked over the edge, they were both reasonably okay but the "mule" reaked of gas. My oldest got himself out but my youngest had slammed his leg into a tree and I had to pull him out with one arm then pull him away from the wreck.
I thanked God then, and I thank God now that we weren't hurt worse than we were. (My mother-in-law called the paramedics, unecessarily.)
Not sure which "God", or what kind of "God", I was praying to, but I guess I proved the old adage "There is no atheist when you are flying through the air head over heals at thirty miles an hour".
My oldest was yelling "Dad" before I reached them because he thought he'd killed me, but he swears the thought of "praying" never entered his mind. He says it was just "physics" that I didn't snap my neck when I landed on my head. He says I am going soft.
Maybe I am. Is this how it happens?
My first concussion came 30 years ago on Thanksgiving when I dove into a tree stump trying to catch a frisbee. I'm boycotting Thanksgiving activities away from the table and couch from now on.
Other than that the food was great! How was your Thanksgiving?
Just because you recognized a power greater than yourself doesn't mean you have to be all mushy and call it "God" KE. Don't worry, it doesn't mean you're going soft either.
I am glad that the family is all right and that you are probably ok. Did you get the head checked? Concussions unfortunately aren't one of those injuries that do less and less damage as you keep getting them. How's the boys leg?
On a major tangent...given that both of us have had similar problems with rage and violence and that I now know this played a part in those problems in my case...
You were lucky, and sand is treacherous! Any bicyclist in the north knows that! We had a stretch of Route 9 (Bos-Alb) with sand pockets in it year after year because of the increased use of sand to avoid 'chemicalization' of the environment. They're probably still there. Well, Mr 17 has learnt a valuable lesson; you are worth more alive than dead I presume ... . Always lie to your family about how much life insurance you carry .
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Yes, John, I'm glad you and your sons are okay. Lucky you used the seatbelts when you did. I wonder what it was that caused you to decide to use em?
Anyway, happy that you aren't hurt beyond the regular concussion/hand injury. It doesnt' seem to be bad enough to keep you from typing, at least. (Though I could easiyl be wrong!)
As for the part about God, well, hmm. If God is there, the way He would work in this world is in such ways: subtly, in such a way that you don't know for sure if He did anything at all. (I so totally stole that from Futurama.)
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