shinewriter

C R A S H
By Stephen Clover

The car kept coming. I peddled faster. It wouldn’t stop. I could see the bonnet coming closer. Frantically I tried to escape. Crash. I was flung into orbit. Only then did I hear the screeching of tyres on the road. Next I hit the tarseal and skidded along on my rear end. When I stopped I was in the middle of a roundabout.

Cars were buzzing around me. People came out of no-where to assist. In my dazed state I tried to answer their questions. I didn’t know where I was, let alone who I was. Two burly policemen carried me off the road.

I had no broken bones but my backside was sore. My leg was going numb and I had pins and needles in my toes. The ambulance arrived. I was able to slowly get in. The nurse pricked my finger.
“Ouch!, what are you doing , I asked ?
“Taking a diabetes test, she replied.
“I was hit by a car, not an ice cream truck”, I informed her. We laughed.

At the hospital doctors and nurses took care of me. They put a giant plaster on my behind then sent me home. I know I’m lucky to be alive . I’m blessed to be able to enjoy life. Riding the bike now has been an ordeal but by Gods grace I can fight my fear.

The person driving the car that hit me paid for my bike to be repaired. They also gave me a box of chocolates and a bag of apples. Being grateful that I’m still here to eat them I was able to forgave her.

A week or so later I was able to sit down again; comfortably. All through this ordeal I have been constantly reminded of the goodness of God and his people. I would like to add that if you are one of those who assisted me or know someone who did please except this as my thanks.