Most of you know me and know I have kids, three of them. The oldest is Hunter, he is 10. Last night he was hit by a Chevy Blazer, while riding his bike through an intersection. The Blazer made an illegal turn and my son never saw it coming. My son was hit so hard the the old brush guard on the truck was broken. His handle bars were bent way out of shape, the tire was broken and a few other things on the bike were messed up! The vehicle was going about 25-30 MPH and hit my son from the side. He was extremely lucky, he suffered a 2 inch gash below his knee and that was all. He was wearing his helmet, elbow pads and knee pads he uses for skateboarding. I normally don't ask him to wear his elbow and knee pads while he in on his bike, but he was on his way to skate boarding and had them on. I do make him wear them while he is doing the pipes and stuff at the skate park. Those pads saved his knee cap, and who knows what else.

My point?

When the cops called me, my heart sank. Nothing in this world mattered but getting to him, even though the cop said he was alright. He was hit half a mile from my house and it seemed to take an eternity to get there. When I did get there, like any dad I was relieved to know he was ok. One of the cops showed me his knee pad and how mangled it was. I made a small $30 investment in my son. It was the best money I ever spent.

Hunter was skateboarding again this afternoon because of those pads.

For those of you familiar with my "people skills", no I did not do the driver any physical, mental or emotional harm. I wanted to, but I didn't. I was more concerned about Hunter at the time. The witnesses at the seen wrote statements that won't help the driver any.