I WAS riding my bike home from school for lunch. I had forgotten to ask my dad to fix my bike handles, which were loose.
I rode my bike past H.S. Paul School, going pretty slow. Because it was so hot I was carrying my sweater. Just after I crossed Warde Avenue at Ashworth Street South, I decided to speed up and stood up on my bike to pedal.
Without warning, my handlebars gave out and I fell. It was painful. I remember looking up at the busy street of Warde and seeing cars go by, but I couldn’t think straight. I was still trying to figure out what happened.
A woman rushed out of her car and asked if I was OK. A jogger came by, helped me to my feet and asked how far away I lived so they could take my bike home. If I hadn’t fallen, it would have been about a 30-second bike ride home.
Just then another car stopped, and it was my best friend’s mom, who is the nicest lady ever. Her trunk was too small for my bike, so she couldn’t drive it home. But another woman with an SUV, whom I had never met, took my bike home. After that, my friend’s mom gave me a ride to her house so I could call my mom.
I would like to say thank you to the woman in the SUV for bringing my bike home and to the jogger who offered to walk me home.
It has been two days since the accident. I’m fine now, but when I fell, I went over the handlebars and landed with the handlebars under my arm. I had a sore wrist and a cut and bruise on my ribs.
I am 12 years old, and I would like to say thank you for the help from kind strangers in my neighbourhood.
— Lucas Adam