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Yesterday afternoon I had a bicycle mishap.

A large family was standing on a corner close to where I live. As I was about to pass through the intersection, a small boy, about 4 or 5 years old, lept from the curb and into my direct path.

I had no time to swerve around him so I slammed on my brakes. In doing so, I flew over my bars & landed mostly on my hands & stomach. The injury tally stands at:

• 1 sprained right wrist (2nd time in 3 months / possible hairline fracture)
• 6 nasty cuts on the left hand
• 2 cuts on the right
• 8″ of road rash on the right thigh
• 4″ of road rash on the left shin

The boy was unharmed. I missed him by a hair. As I stood up covered in blood, the large family looked at me briefly, grabbed the kid, said nothing, and then proceeded to walk in the opposite direction.

That’s my town. You sacrifice yourself to avoid harming someone else who made a mistake and all you get in return is the silent treatment and an inexplicable lack of compassion. However, I do understand they may have perceived me as the bad guy, endangering their child etc.

On a related note, I had Chinese takeout for lunch today and my fortune cookie said… nothing. There was no message. It was empty.