Blood Brothers

I fell off my bike Friday on the way to school. Now there is about ½ pound of Tim-flesh smeared all over the intersection of Exchange Parkway and Allen Heights drive. It was a good fall, as falls go – nothing broken, I just got peeled back a little.

I quit dripping blood before school started, but there was no hiding the beautiful, red, new wounds on my arm, hand, and knuckles from my students, (Fortunately they can’t see the huge raspberry on my right butt cheek!) so I had to recount the incident for each new class.

Of course, every young rider has a bike wreck story to tell, all of them much better than mine. By the time I heard all the tales of stitches, broken bones, scraped up body parts, and crashing through fences it was hard to get back to the lesson.

My principal thought it was hilarious, (I agree) Nurse Fry made me promise to slow down, and the staff offered to take up a collection for training wheels.

I’m just looking forward to the night I can sleep on my side again.