As I get older, I am more acutely aware that unlike a lot of good things (like friendships or a banana creme pie) which take a little effort and time to come to you, bad things always seem to come quickly and suddenly without warning.
A few weeks ago, shortly after Vince learned to ride his 2-wheeler, we were coming home from church and he was all excited about his new found skill. Laughing and going a little fast, he zoomed down the street. I followed about 10 feet behind on my bike cautioning him to slow down and pay attention.
The street gently slopes downward towards our house and as I watched from behind, I saw him lose his footing on the pedals and then lose control of the handlebars and then run face first into a parked van. He screamed, the van’s alarm started wailing, I abandoned the bikes and carried him home. He was shaken up, but was fine all over. He said his chin hurt, but nothing else. I didn’t even think to check his helmet since it looked like he hit his face mainly, and not his noggin.
Only yesterday I found out that his helmet probably played an important role in him being OK. Whew. Something bad averted. Now he needs a new helmet.