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Help someone

Just after I started at a new school, one Saturday afternoon I was riding back from a friends house on my sisters yellow bike. It was very, very steep hill. I was a confident rider but as I come down the road, I felt nervous as I thought about the hill and the left hand turn I had to make to turn into my street. I usually walked the hill, but today I thought I would be brave.

The front wheel of my bike hit a manhole in the road, it was slightly raised and my wheel caught on the corner and I flew over the handlebars and hit the road, chin first. I have always led with my chin and this proves it, I suppose.

I think I was on the ground for a while, when I managed to sit up, I felt something warm and sticky on my chin. Touching my face, I saw blood on my hand. In a daze, I took of my navy blue wool jumper and tied it around my chin to soak up the blood. I road home again on my yellow bike with my jumper tied around my head, making look like a crazy eyed, blue-bearded bikerider.

Upon reaching home, I showed my older sister, who looked horrified and said “Don’t look in the mirror!” which of course I did. All I saw were little balls of blue wool stuck to the blood on my chin.

When I went to show my mother, who was gossiping to the neighbour over the fence, she flipped out and drove me straight to the doctors who gave me eight stiches, the ends of them hanging down below my chin.

When I went  back to my new school a few days later, the boys called me Billy Goat and bleated at me when I walked past. I had a choice, I could either be affronted or laugh with them. I chose the latter. I saw a begrudging respect in their eyes. It was the right choice, unlike trying to tackle that hill on the yellow bike.

What I remember most was that cars drove past me, nobody stopped to help. 

Next time when you drive past, stop. Help. You may need it one day.

4 Responses to ‘Help someone’

1. Joyous Squaw says:

December 11, 2009 at 9:46am

Yes well only yesterday I was taking a rather large empty plastic tub from my home office out to the garage to store (dump), as it was pouring with rain I decided to put it on top of my head as so my hair wouldnt get wet. As I RAN out the back and into the garage I forgot the garage roller door was down slightly, which hit the plastic tub on my head and jerked my neck back causing me to slip backwards on the wet ground. My Pices son watched this fiasco and when I came inside he proceeded to dance around me with an imaginary top hat and cane -high kicking his legs "Follies style" and singing "she's in pain and agony, what happened to her" in a deep tenor -like voice. He thought it was the funniest thing he had seen for a long time and asked me if I could do it again.
I have made him read the blog above. xxoo

2. Dreamweaver says:

December 11, 2009 at 9:53am

Ok, I don't know what's funnier? You with a bucket on your head, like the kid from parenthood or Pisces Son doing a musical narrative of your morality tale.
Hilar!

3. Joyous Squaw says:

December 11, 2009 at 10:10am

Yep it's made me laugh all morning, but now I am off to the chiropracter !! xox Wegotta get the laughs where we can no matter what the medical implications are !! x

4. hmog says:

December 13, 2009 at 4:11pm

Wow, childhood stories of physical pain are the most vivid ones to recall. I have so many and the scars to prove it.

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