Lucky Number 7

As kids, pretty much our only means of self-transportation was our bikes unless we wanted to walk, which was never appealing. Since we rode everywhere, we were bound to get into some sort of accident eventually.

One day I was just headed to school like any normal day. I rode up the big hill I always had to get up, avoided my neighbor’s dogs, and whatever else had to be done. Being a kid, I rode my bike to get pretty much everywhere, so I assumed I knew what I was doing pretty well. However, unlike normal days, there was a gravel patch right under one of the curbs I always went over, and I was going faster than normal to try to catch up with a friend. When I hit the curb, I hit the gravel patch and tried to stop by sliding my back tire out, but I was still going too fast, so all I did was keep sliding only now I was on my leg rather than my bike. By reflex I had my hand on the ground to brace myself, so I was sliding on that too. When I finally stopped sliding, my leg was covered in blood and my hand wasn’t much better. Now, the luck thing comes into play. If it was any normal day, people probably would’ve driven by me wishing they knew how to help but not stopping. However, after only a few seconds of trying to bear through the pain and sight of my bloody leg, a very kind lady who I still don’t know stopped and picked me and my bike up. She took me up to the school where I had my leg and hand wrapped up before heading home to "recover."

I guess I don’t know what I would’ve done if she had not shown up just in time. I didn’t have a phone, so I probably would’ve had to try to get there despite the pain. Good thing I was so lucky, otherwise it could’ve been a lot worse.