If there is a slow line at the grocery store, I manage to get in it. I don't buy lottery tickets because the most I have ever won is $10 bucks. I've never managed to win big in Vegas, or hit a sweepstakes jackpot, or even a cakewalk at school. Despite this, I've never thought of myself as unlucky. I figured that luck runs around and maybe it just hadn't shown up at my door yet.
Friday, luck knocked. My friend Steff was at Starbucks in the neighborhood, having coffee when she saw a little boy on a bike get hit by a delivery truck. She was upset by what she saw..a mom with a dog, a little brown haired boy (wearing a helmet!) on his bike in the crosswalk, and a truck turning right into the little boy, knocking him off the bike. EMS and Police were called, and the boy was taken to the local hospital. Steff came over to the CC to tell me the story, and I immediately started quizzing her...what did the boy/mom look like? Average. Brown hair. They had a dog. What did the dog look like? Yellow and white, I think his name is Kaos.
My throat closes. I know this boy, and his mom. It is one of my Pre-K students. He is not in class today, he has been hit by a truck. I am sick, near tears. I grab the phone and call his mom's cell. It's Teacher Tracy, are you okay? Yes, we're fine. Mom is a mess, crying, grateful. Lucky. She wants to know if he can come to school? He wants to be with his friends. He is okay, the helmet saved him.
Later we are on the playground. As parents come to pick up children they are told the story...most cry, understanding the gravity of it all. The children run and play all around us. Today we are lucky.
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