At the bottom of the hill
I caught a warm ride home
The kids still mock me about this.
Do you remember the time you had to call mom to come and rescue you?
They delight in this.
I delight in this.
Yes, I remember.
I love how they get to see me as fallible. They see that their dad sometimes needs help too. They delight in knowing that I sometimes can’t keep up with my friends. They love to see their dad as limited, humble, vulnerable and human.
After calling for a pick up, I still had to travel another two kilometers over rough terrain with a frozen body, broken seat and questionable steering.
Pedal pedal pedal, glide (repeat)
But then, everything went quite, the resistance in my feet, gone.
I stopped, looked back and saw my chain on the ground.
I really needed a bail out.
No matter what, I needed help.
With a broken chain, it was gong to be at least three quarters of an hour before I got out of the woods. I was frozen, wet, hungry and barely mobile. Whether having money for a taxi, or a loved one to call upon, there was one certainty: I was not …
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