Every kid needs a bike! 
Good exercise and fun! As long as kids learn to be prudent about cars, it is great.
Good exercise and fun! As long as kids learn to be prudent about cars, it is great. .
As a kid on his bike in 1962 in my neighborhood of Rumford, Rhode Island, I got hit by a motorist, but only the bike was damaged (turned actually into a pretzel 😉 ). I did go flying into the grass, but I didn’t get one scratch on me. It was a miracle that I was not killed. Thank you, thank you, guardian angel(s).
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An Ancient Greek lady (and a pagan) is depicted holding a tambourine and meeting with her guardian angel, with his visible wings, on this vase from 320 before Christ. Note also the cross, a pagan symbol. Christianity’s first symbol was actually the fish, as in Jesus’ miracle of the loaves and fishes. The new Jesus religion of God-is-love (toward which I have positive feelings) borrowed massively from pagan religions, especially Persian Zoroastrianism, which was founded by the Indo-European Zoroaster, but also from the Greeks, who had a heaven — “the Elysian Fields” and a hell, too, “Tartarus,” and a story of a Great Flood as well, which only Deucalion and his wife survive. (Of course, true Christian art never showed angels as NAKED GUYS, which is how you know immediately this is DEFINITELY a pagan vase. 😉 The naughty Greeks just loved to get naked, unlike us God-fearing Christian Americans. 😉 )
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The motorist, the man, was totally distraught, and came and visited me and my parents twice. I was actually so touched by the adult’s worry and caring.
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My motto: try to always be right with the Big Guy and you might escape disaster. …..
and you might escape disaster. …...
I also had a teachable moment with my little daughter Ingrid when she was maybe 6.
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Photo of Ingrid and her little sister Erika in 1989
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A lovely but foolish young golden retriever got off its collar and leash and was running around in traffic. I tried to somehow catch the dog, but it thought my chasing it was part of a game — and to my frustration ran off each time……
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Next thing I heard was that awful tire-screeching sound. 
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I picked the poor doggie up off the street, with Ingrid in tow, and carried it to the front lawn of a church, where it twitched and died before our eyes. I told Ingrid, who was, of course, shocked, that the doggie was now in heaven — but it had not listened to me or anyone, and cars can be very dangerous for dogs and kids. I could see from her eyes that she got the lesson.
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Today she is married, a successful career woman of 44, and the mother of two girls.
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