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Was It Fate...?
by Erin E Kelly-Moen
Friday, April 18, 2003
Rated "G" by the Author.
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It unfolded
when my youngest daughter
called from school,
she’d missed the bus. I got
in the Tahoe, drove up my road,
going slowly round the bend,
school below me on the left,
to which I glanced, looking.
Go past the kid’s footbridge
with its long steps
down into the school yard,
and turn to the right,
on Poppy, as I started down the hill,
I turned around, got back on the road,
and stopped at the stop sign…

(A boy on a bike,
streams rapidly into my view,
he’s not wearing a helmet,
but there is a mitt
on his handlebars,
our eyes meet,
he is coming down the hill, fast,
I think he is being courteous,
and going around me,
to continue down the hill to the fields,
he veers onto Poppy,
I hear a THUNK…)
My heart…sank. I leapt out,
frantic, boy and bike, intertwined,
frozen, for an instant, then
he was getting up, holding
his chin, which dripped
crazily large drops
of richly hued Life
into his hands, my hands,
as I pressed Dairy Queen napkins
to his gashed chin. (He’s crying,
he wants to know if I have a mirror,
he tells me he’s sorry for the damage
to my vehicle…he’s sorry,
I don’t even notice,
he says his softball mitt
was on his handbrake, he
couldn’t slow down, he wants to know,
if he needs stitches…) I

grabbed his bike, threw it in the back,
told the boy to let me see his chin, again,
an inch long gash,
just below the angle, edges folded in,
a bit of flesh hanging down, in the middle,
I told him maybe not…it was up to the doctor,
but he knew, we knew. I hustled him
into the front seat as my daughter
came running across the road, he lived
on my street, it took me 20 seconds
to zoom to his home, to his just-moved-in
mother, what a welcome wagon gift…
(I am shaking, like a wind-whipped palm frond,
but I have done what I could, she takes him
to the ER, I continue to my home,
call my husband, call the cops,
don’t do the shot I so desperately want…)

I was questioned for the report
when the Deputy Sheriff came,
gave my info., my driver’s license number,
insurance confirmation receipt, my memory
of the event, and, oh, yes, there was
quite a little bit of damage
to the back left panel of the vehicle,
he hit it so hard.
(I am horrified, at myself,
I can’t believe I caused injury,
to this boy on a bike, going
to softball practice…) He
gives me a voluntary statement
to fill out, saying he will be back.
He needs to talk to the boy. I’m glad.
I want to know how he is doing. The boy
asked his Mom if he needed stitches,
she said, yes, he begged to be put to sleep…
(I feel guilty, shaky, restless, worried,
I do that shot I wanted, and a few more,
for my nervy jumpiness…)

The DS finally comes back,
the boy on the bike
had six stitches put in his chin,
and he is at softball practice,
his mom at work. I am so relieved,
but he’s not done. The boy, he says,
told his mother
I had saved his life,
he WAS turning onto Poppy,
he was biking to his friend’s house,
not trying to go behind me,
but he could not get to his brake,
to slow down, the mitt
was in the way,
and he was going so fast,
he would have gone soaring
off the cliff,
and fallen 40 feet…

I wonder, was it fate…?

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/18/03 

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Reviewed by ya mama (Reader) 4/20/2003
this is a great poem
Reviewed by Marilyn Seray 4/19/2003
Fate? yes. Wasn't his time, thats why you were there at that time. You are his angel :)
I am glad that everything worked out OK all around
Reviewed by Oisín Breen 4/19/2003
full of thought, well written and splendid
Reviewed by Tony Nerone 4/19/2003
Dear Erin, You are Wonder Women, and so very nice. I am glad it was you he ran into, some others would have left him for dead.

God Bless You
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 4/19/2003
He sure works in his own way, never early, never late.
great was it fate? methinks not
Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy 4/19/2003
Erin, not all angels have wings, some have Tahoes and common sense. Maybe the boy's guardian angel was having a cup of coffee at the time(just joking) and God used you instead. I'm glad it worked out the way it did. You are a hero.
Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore 4/19/2003
wow...the space of a moment or moments, and the whole world changes..wonderful illustration of the greatest mystery, poet...
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 4/19/2003
glad the child is okay. could have been a lot worse, or turned out tragically. but glad it didn't. a dramatic write; well done! :( (((HUGS))) to you and to that young boy!
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader) 4/19/2003
What is fate anyway, if not reality?
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 4/19/2003
this gave me goosebumps!!!
Reviewed by Kerry Compton Star Girl 4/19/2003
Wow, this gave me goosebumps! He works in mysterious ways, doesn't He?
Reviewed by na na (Reader) 4/18/2003
Erin, what an interesting story. Glad everything came out ok. You handled yourself well under pressure. bill
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) 4/18/2003
Lucky day all around.
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 4/18/2003
Wow..this was just intense, and yes, thank goodness fate stepped in and saved that boy, I hope your nerves have calmed, I would be shaking like a leaf!

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson 4/18/2003
I'm so glad the boy is ok
hope you are too
you've written about the incident well
Reviewed by E T Waldron 4/18/2003
Oh Erin Wow! call it what you will, but methinks there are angels watching over
us;-)YOu did a fantastic write on it!Nothing like being in the RIGHT place at the RIGHT time;-)have another shot-;)
Reviewed by Sandie Angel 4/18/2003
What a day! I think yes, he must have known that he was at fault and you had saved his life. Could have been a lot more stitches.

Good write Erin! I'm so relieved that except for the few stitches, both you and the boy are okay. Yes, I think it was fate.

Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$

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