I took my four boys to Mt Annan Botanical gardens earlier in the year. We didn't really look at the plants, but instead rode the scooters down the hills. They kept going higher, but wouldn't brave the highest hill. I took charge and showed them how it was done. It was my maiden trip. Halfway down the great slope there was a loud *crack*. The pin in the scooter snapped and I was thrown off. (Apparently there was a 25kg weight limit on the scooter).
I hit the concrete quite hard and rolled a couple of times, lacerating quite large sections of my back, shoulders and arms. I should have been distressed - but I was actually beaming about it all day. My four boys rushed over to me and cared for me. They were all asking if I was OK and were trying to help. I was just smiling. With my quiver full of boys all at an age when they can care about their dad and can actually do something about it, I felt like the richest man in the world. This was something new and something fantastic.
There was a man all alone; he had neither son nor brother.
There was no end to his toil, yet his eyes were not content with his wealth.
“For whom am I toiling,” he asked, “and why am I depriving myself of enjoyment?”
This too is meaningless—a miserable business!
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work:
If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! (Ecclesiastes 4:8-10)
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It would still hurt, though!
Hope you are better soon.
Hi Gordon. This was a little while ago. I didn't do any permanent damage and there was nothing broken at all - so all I had to focus on was my boys.
Are you all better from your bike crash?
I should have read more carefully! That is a happy memory, then.
I am back to driving again, thanks, and although I reflect on Scripture at other times, my main thought in regard to cycling incidents is now about road safety ;-)
Your reflection is better, I think.
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