Thank You New Bike
The couple that was driving the car was not paying attention,
And the next sound that I heard was a horn and the brakes squealing.
School was out and we were on summer break,
I was on my way down to my friend’s house to play video games.
I just got a brand new mountain bike,
And the bike rode as smooth as a vehicle on a freshly paved road.
I was only like from home to first in baseball from my friend’s driveway,
I looked behind me to see if there were any vehicles.
By the time I looked back my handlebars moved with my head,
The next thing that I remember was me lying on the ground.
The vehicle was traveling at a speed of sixty five mile per hour,
And it sent me on the top of the hood like a catapult.
The car came finally came to a stop,
And I rolled off of the car like a skittle rolling off of a counter.
My friend’s father was outside and saw it all happen,
He said it looked as if I was getting shot out of cannon.
He went inside to call 911,
And he and his wife both rushed out to me to see if I was ok.
I looked over my body to see if it was still intact,
And I looked down at my feet and it looked as if a dog has been chewing on them.
My family arrived at the scene,
The ambulance drove me to the hospital like an airplane.
I was told that my toes were shattered,
And that I had a very serious concussion in my head.
The doctors were very surprised,
They could not believe that I survived such a terrible accident that I should have died.
I count my blessing each and every day,
Because I know that God had a plan for me and it was not my time to go.
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