Really?, M.J. Garrett [urban books to read .txt] 📗
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silence that only comes with shock.
Running through the ditch and climbing our way out toward the street, there she was. Laying there, still and lifeless, my chest started to ache as I couldn’t get my helmet off fast enough. As I knelt down beside her, I rolled her body and held her in my arms. Tears filling my eyes to the point of bursting uncontrollably, I could feel the quick gasp of air that entered her body, bringing her to life as she started to cough.
“Angela!” I screamed. “Talk to me!” Rick, doing his best to stop traffic, turned to see her breathing as he yelled at me for the confirmation of life. “She’s okay!”
Angela, reached up to push her visor from her eyes, looked at me and asked, “Is the bike okay?” People began to file out of the stopped vehicles and came over to view the possible carnage. Hugging her, I couldn’t help but feel anger fill me. The thought of losing her, made me hate God, as if it was God pulling the strings of all of us puppets. “Abe,” she said to me as she coughed and squeezed her eyes shut, “I can’t feel my legs.”
“What do you mean?” I started to panic. “Can you move them? Try to move them!” I kept yelling at her.
“Abe?” she said my name as I pulled her close to me, “I want you to know that I can now feel my legs, but you are sitting on my hand. It really hurts.”
“What? You are okay?” I asked her as I eyed her body for any obvious injuries, other than the skinned knees and elbows.
“I’m fine, but I think I’m going to need a new bike.”
**
Sitting in the waiting room, I paced the floors to the point that I think I started to create divots. Katie and Erin sat down and colored in the Allure magazine that occupied the end table. As the doctor made his way down the hallway, I walked to meet him with hesitant anticipation.
“Abe,” he said to me with a smile on his face and shaking his head in disbelief, “I have to say, everything is fine. The only thing that I find unbelievable is that she was very upset about the bike. Apparently, you’ll have to get her another one. She’ll be out shortly. It’s just a couple of scratches…she’ll is completely fine.”
“So, she’s okay?” I asked him for confirmation.
“Yes, she’s fine.” He shook my hand and then told me about how funny she was. He brought a smile to face as he told me about the jokes that she would tell to lighten the mood. “She’s hilarious. Have a good night and she’ll be out shortly.”
**
The ride home was very quiet. I blamed myself for not being able to superman my way over to her to save her from certain disaster. She, on the other hand, smiled and cracked jokes about how she picked the riding up much faster than I did. I guess she does have a point, but to what extent am I allowed to use her injuries as proof that she didn’t do as good as she thought?
“Really?” I blurted out over the sound of the radio, “Really? You are going to make fun of me when you have two broken fingers and ripped pants that prove of your lack of riding skills?” I shook my head as she sat there and smiled. Her bubbly attitude, made it hard to be mad, as she reached over and ran her fingers through the back of my hair.
“You know what this means, right?” still smiling and playing with my hair, “I get a new bike! By the way, I thought it was so funny how you dropped your bike while standing still. Who does that? I mean really?” She couldn’t stop laughing at me. I think it helped to ease the tension, but I really wanted to tell her that she isn’t getting another bike. No way will I put the love of my life, my amazingly beautiful girlfriend, at risk again. She had to be crazy!
“Dad,” Erin poked her head between the two front seats, “How do you wreck a bike when you aren’t even moving?” We all cracked up and laughed as I continued home.
**
Life is so good right now. I have a great job, beautiful daughters, a beautiful girlfriend, a house that is paid for, a car that is paid for, and the best friend that anyone could have. One thing that I’ve learned from life is to never ask “What else can go wrong?” As soon as you do, life shows you. I’ve had my horrible moments. I’ve had my hard times. I am learning that through it all, you’ll find the ones that love you. Life can be good, if you just open your eyes and see the amazing. Hope for the amazing. Expect the amazing.
As much as I would like to not be nursing the injuries of my girlfriend or explaining to my daughters that it’s very easy to drop a bike that isn’t moving; there really is no other place I’d rather be in the world. Nowhere but right here, right now. Really!
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Running through the ditch and climbing our way out toward the street, there she was. Laying there, still and lifeless, my chest started to ache as I couldn’t get my helmet off fast enough. As I knelt down beside her, I rolled her body and held her in my arms. Tears filling my eyes to the point of bursting uncontrollably, I could feel the quick gasp of air that entered her body, bringing her to life as she started to cough.
“Angela!” I screamed. “Talk to me!” Rick, doing his best to stop traffic, turned to see her breathing as he yelled at me for the confirmation of life. “She’s okay!”
Angela, reached up to push her visor from her eyes, looked at me and asked, “Is the bike okay?” People began to file out of the stopped vehicles and came over to view the possible carnage. Hugging her, I couldn’t help but feel anger fill me. The thought of losing her, made me hate God, as if it was God pulling the strings of all of us puppets. “Abe,” she said to me as she coughed and squeezed her eyes shut, “I can’t feel my legs.”
“What do you mean?” I started to panic. “Can you move them? Try to move them!” I kept yelling at her.
“Abe?” she said my name as I pulled her close to me, “I want you to know that I can now feel my legs, but you are sitting on my hand. It really hurts.”
“What? You are okay?” I asked her as I eyed her body for any obvious injuries, other than the skinned knees and elbows.
“I’m fine, but I think I’m going to need a new bike.”
**
Sitting in the waiting room, I paced the floors to the point that I think I started to create divots. Katie and Erin sat down and colored in the Allure magazine that occupied the end table. As the doctor made his way down the hallway, I walked to meet him with hesitant anticipation.
“Abe,” he said to me with a smile on his face and shaking his head in disbelief, “I have to say, everything is fine. The only thing that I find unbelievable is that she was very upset about the bike. Apparently, you’ll have to get her another one. She’ll be out shortly. It’s just a couple of scratches…she’ll is completely fine.”
“So, she’s okay?” I asked him for confirmation.
“Yes, she’s fine.” He shook my hand and then told me about how funny she was. He brought a smile to face as he told me about the jokes that she would tell to lighten the mood. “She’s hilarious. Have a good night and she’ll be out shortly.”
**
The ride home was very quiet. I blamed myself for not being able to superman my way over to her to save her from certain disaster. She, on the other hand, smiled and cracked jokes about how she picked the riding up much faster than I did. I guess she does have a point, but to what extent am I allowed to use her injuries as proof that she didn’t do as good as she thought?
“Really?” I blurted out over the sound of the radio, “Really? You are going to make fun of me when you have two broken fingers and ripped pants that prove of your lack of riding skills?” I shook my head as she sat there and smiled. Her bubbly attitude, made it hard to be mad, as she reached over and ran her fingers through the back of my hair.
“You know what this means, right?” still smiling and playing with my hair, “I get a new bike! By the way, I thought it was so funny how you dropped your bike while standing still. Who does that? I mean really?” She couldn’t stop laughing at me. I think it helped to ease the tension, but I really wanted to tell her that she isn’t getting another bike. No way will I put the love of my life, my amazingly beautiful girlfriend, at risk again. She had to be crazy!
“Dad,” Erin poked her head between the two front seats, “How do you wreck a bike when you aren’t even moving?” We all cracked up and laughed as I continued home.
**
Life is so good right now. I have a great job, beautiful daughters, a beautiful girlfriend, a house that is paid for, a car that is paid for, and the best friend that anyone could have. One thing that I’ve learned from life is to never ask “What else can go wrong?” As soon as you do, life shows you. I’ve had my horrible moments. I’ve had my hard times. I am learning that through it all, you’ll find the ones that love you. Life can be good, if you just open your eyes and see the amazing. Hope for the amazing. Expect the amazing.
As much as I would like to not be nursing the injuries of my girlfriend or explaining to my daughters that it’s very easy to drop a bike that isn’t moving; there really is no other place I’d rather be in the world. Nowhere but right here, right now. Really!
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Publication Date: 09-14-2011
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