DazedandConfused
Well-Known Member
I swear, between the two of them.......
Son was nearly hit by a pick-up truck today. He did, indeed, make contact, but it was more like a sideswipe. I was still at work. We live very close to where I work, and apparently Son decided to ride his bike to the store. Unfortunately, he decided to go when the school I work at was getting out for the day. It's a large elementary school and the traffic is really bad because of parents picking up their kids.
So, Son decides he going to cross the street on his bike. Problem is, there was truck coming up on him. So, if she hadn't swerved left, and son hadn't swerve back right, Son would have been very seriously injured, or even killed.
However, I would not even had known if the lady driving the truck hadn't come to the school to talk to me. She was picking up HER son and he knew Son. She also tells me that Son refused to give her any information like my name and phone number. Her son, a student where I work, was the one that knew me and that this kid on the bike belonged to me.
I rush home and SON ISN'T EVEN THERE, but his bike is. I'm pacing back and forth and decided to get out of the house. My mother lives on the same street, so I take the dog (I spend the morning at the vet with Goldie the Wonder Dog because she broke off an entire nail jumping out of husband's truck so she could bark at the neighbor's dog. She wearing a little cast and limping on three legs, but will be fine. Her nail will grow back), and I walk limping (I hurt my knee and am wearing a brace) along with a limping dog (vet said it was okay for her to go for walks), to my Mother's house.
Well, along comes Son (not limping) looking terrified. He bursts into tears telling me how embarrassed he feels. He wails for about fifteen minutes and soaks the entire front of my shirt with his tears. His sister told him I was at Gma's. My mother tends to his scrapes and then he cries some more. His glasses were ran over and completely flattened and his new bike got a few scrapes.
Extremely luck kid.
Yes, he was wearing his helmet.
The worst of it is that Son sprained his left hand and scraped his elbow pretty bad. Those will heal.
To be honest, I'm so very relieved he is okay. On the other hand, I'm angry that once again he completely disregards all my warnings about cars and being careful until he nearly gets killed.
Son was nearly hit by a pick-up truck today. He did, indeed, make contact, but it was more like a sideswipe. I was still at work. We live very close to where I work, and apparently Son decided to ride his bike to the store. Unfortunately, he decided to go when the school I work at was getting out for the day. It's a large elementary school and the traffic is really bad because of parents picking up their kids.
So, Son decides he going to cross the street on his bike. Problem is, there was truck coming up on him. So, if she hadn't swerved left, and son hadn't swerve back right, Son would have been very seriously injured, or even killed.
However, I would not even had known if the lady driving the truck hadn't come to the school to talk to me. She was picking up HER son and he knew Son. She also tells me that Son refused to give her any information like my name and phone number. Her son, a student where I work, was the one that knew me and that this kid on the bike belonged to me.
I rush home and SON ISN'T EVEN THERE, but his bike is. I'm pacing back and forth and decided to get out of the house. My mother lives on the same street, so I take the dog (I spend the morning at the vet with Goldie the Wonder Dog because she broke off an entire nail jumping out of husband's truck so she could bark at the neighbor's dog. She wearing a little cast and limping on three legs, but will be fine. Her nail will grow back), and I walk limping (I hurt my knee and am wearing a brace) along with a limping dog (vet said it was okay for her to go for walks), to my Mother's house.
Well, along comes Son (not limping) looking terrified. He bursts into tears telling me how embarrassed he feels. He wails for about fifteen minutes and soaks the entire front of my shirt with his tears. His sister told him I was at Gma's. My mother tends to his scrapes and then he cries some more. His glasses were ran over and completely flattened and his new bike got a few scrapes.
Extremely luck kid.
Yes, he was wearing his helmet.
The worst of it is that Son sprained his left hand and scraped his elbow pretty bad. Those will heal.
To be honest, I'm so very relieved he is okay. On the other hand, I'm angry that once again he completely disregards all my warnings about cars and being careful until he nearly gets killed.
