Ken Ibold
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Yesterday's scoreboard read: Pavement 1, Parker 0.
It was a beautiful day and the kids had finished all of their chores. I was installing an electrical box in the kitchen ceiling for a new light fixture when the kids went outside to ride bikes. We live in a gated community with fairly quiet streets, and I didn't think much of it.
A little while later, the doorbell rings, and it was a woman down the street. She had my 7 year old son, Parker. He had his 11-year-old brother's shirt balled up over his face and was screaming bloody murder. My other son and daughter arrived on their bikes at about the same time. Parker's description: "I was traveling at a high rate of speed and I didn't see the stop sign until Steven slowed down and started turning. I tried to turn, but my bike jerked and I fell off. Everything was black for 1 second, and then I saw my blood everywhere."
I'll spare you the gory details, but five hours later we were finally headed home from the emergency room and a visit from a plastic surgeon. 7 stitches between his nose and upper lip, a mild concussion, a shiner, and a lot of lost skin on the right side of his face.
The people in the pediatric ER said they'd seen eight bike crash victims that day. Parker was the only one among them who had been wearing a helmet.
So last night the five of us got little sleep, but we all grew a little bit as a family. Coulda been much worse. Thankfully it wasn't.
It was a beautiful day and the kids had finished all of their chores. I was installing an electrical box in the kitchen ceiling for a new light fixture when the kids went outside to ride bikes. We live in a gated community with fairly quiet streets, and I didn't think much of it.
A little while later, the doorbell rings, and it was a woman down the street. She had my 7 year old son, Parker. He had his 11-year-old brother's shirt balled up over his face and was screaming bloody murder. My other son and daughter arrived on their bikes at about the same time. Parker's description: "I was traveling at a high rate of speed and I didn't see the stop sign until Steven slowed down and started turning. I tried to turn, but my bike jerked and I fell off. Everything was black for 1 second, and then I saw my blood everywhere."
I'll spare you the gory details, but five hours later we were finally headed home from the emergency room and a visit from a plastic surgeon. 7 stitches between his nose and upper lip, a mild concussion, a shiner, and a lot of lost skin on the right side of his face.
The people in the pediatric ER said they'd seen eight bike crash victims that day. Parker was the only one among them who had been wearing a helmet.
So last night the five of us got little sleep, but we all grew a little bit as a family. Coulda been much worse. Thankfully it wasn't.