Today, I had my usual lunch date with customers, and heard the cutest story.
One of my customers was outside with his 7 year old son this past weekend. The son was riding his bike, and father and son were navigating a make-shift agility course. The son was distracted by whatever his father was doing, and suffered a mighty crash.
As the father recounts, the bike, with his son still astride it, crashed forever and ever. Once the bike came to a stop, the son jumped off, and ran into the neighbor’s driveway, screaming.
Son: “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Call an ambulance right now! Call 911!”
Dad, getting to the son: “Son, hang on – you’re okay! Be quiet so I can check you over!”
Son, (I imagined him thrashing about): “Call an ambulance! I’m too young to die! I need to go to the emergency room!”
Dad: “Son, shhhhhh – be still, let me check you out!”
Son: “Dad, please, please, call 911, now!”
Dad: “Why, son? I think you’re going to be fine!”
Son: "Because, Dad, I don’t want to go to the light! Please, Dad, call them, ‘cause I’m too young to go to the light!”
The scratch was about 4 inches long. No stitches. Just antibiotic cream, and a bandage.