Wednesday October 22nd 2008, 1:58 pm
Filed under: Family,Life

Thank you, everybody. I especially loved the image of the angels blowing on their fingertips.  If you feel so inclined, if you could say a prayer to help speed Kyle along his way on his recovery, and for his mom, I’d be most appreciative; thanks.

Here’s what happened:


Friend’s new skateboard (how do you stop this thing again?)


The doctors couldn’t believe he’d survived.

It makes me wonder once again at my own very existence and that of my siblings and cousins: my dad and his brothers used to have summer jobs as caddies at a golf course atop Lake Tahoe and ride their bikes straight down the mountain home to Carson City, Nevada.  Dad told me this while we were driving that exact spot, and looking down that mountain, I was speechless and he was chuckling and allowing as how yeah, it wasn’t the brightest move.  He described the speeds they would hit by the time they got to the bottom and how very fortunate they were that a car never appeared at the wrong place or wrong time or that a rock never got in the roadway, because they were going far too fast to safely turn to the side.

But I have to add: in my own experiences, the people I’ve encountered who went through major traumas or illnesses in their youth generally grew up to be deeply compassionate individuals who are a great blessing to society.  A heck of a way to get there, and I have no doubt Kyle would have done just fine in that regard without this; he’s a good soul.

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Sometimes I wonder how many of us survived through our youths. Thank goodness Kyle has made it through this!

Comment by Jocelyn 10.22.08 @ 2:47 pm

Well, I seriously lead and have led, a sheltered life! Thank God your young friend will recover.

Comment by Ruth 10.22.08 @ 4:10 pm

Old Schwinn, ca. 1960, one speed ultra-heavy girl’s bike. Ten years later, the road alongside the hill behind the country club’s golf course, angling down gently from one minor intersection to a less-minor one. Me on my bike, feet off the pedals and sometimes hands off the handlebars, coasting and hoping for a green light and no traffic at the curve at the bottom, because I had to be going 40mph.

Don’t tell my kids, OK?

Comment by Lynn 10.22.08 @ 8:37 pm

You are so right – life threatening events do often lead to life altering and enlightened ways of being.

Comment by rebecca jc 10.22.08 @ 9:08 pm

Oh my goodness. How awful for everyone. The poor family. Many heart felt prayers are being said for Kyle.

Comment by Vicki 10.23.08 @ 1:26 am

He will grow through this. I learned so much about myself when I was down and out with my back…

Comment by Channon 10.23.08 @ 5:39 am

He is lucky…and yes, we ALL are lucky, to have survived our childhoods. My cousin and I used to walk across low-level dams, which are now being torn apart by the Army Corp. of Engineers here in Ohio. They call them “death traps”. We were so crazy!

Comment by Momo Fali 10.23.08 @ 9:48 am

I was the only one in the family ever to ride one of those old balloon-tired, coaster-brakes-only bikes down from Spooner Summit above Lake Tahoe on old US 50 down to the flats of Eagle Valley (Carson City)where 50 joined US 395. I made a rough calculation that the distance was about 10 miles and we did it in 10 minutes! We (one of my close friends) probably didn’t go that fast, but it seemed like it. It was wartime (1942, and because gas and tires were rationed, there were not many cars on the road. When we did encounter one going our way, we had no way to stop or slow down; so we simply passed it on the curve. (There were no straight spots of any consequence on that descent. We did meet a couple of cars coming up, but they were less problem. Our big worry was avoiding the seam where the asphalt met the gravel of the shoulder, for hitting that could have thrown us off into the deep canyons. It was an exhilarating ride, but Duane Berning and I never did it again!+ (We had our bikes at Glenbrook, Lake Tahoe because Duane’s dad was the number three man in the Nevada State Highway Department and had them brought up in a truck which was coming to the lake.

This makes me nostalgic. I knew Tahoe when it was pristine, can even remember when the first road was opened all the way around it. We had a cabin my dad and two older brothers built just on the California side of State Line. It will never be that way again. But then, nothing will.


Comment by Dad 10.24.08 @ 11:25 am

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