Today he came off his bike riding over a jump, the metal bit that his pedal was attached to snapped as he landed and gashed his leg. He knew some of the other kids around but none had a phone so he could call me so he walked into town looking for someone he knew.
The first I knew about it was a phoncall from a stranger saying that my son was with her outside McDonald's and had hurt his leg and was upset. She said a man and his partner who were in a van had offered to take him home or to the hospital but wanted to check that was ok with me. I asked that they bring him home so I could go with him.
They arrived a few minutes later, dropped his bike off then offered to drop us straight up at the hospital. We spent all evening there and after treatment he is now fast asleep in bed.
It's lovely to live in a town I can let my son have the freedom to go off an play without me constantly worrying where he is and if he's safe. He's a boy, he's going to get into scrapes and you can't wrap kids in cotton wool and keep them constantly in your sight.
It's lovely that there are kind people about still who will stop when they see a child distressed and offer help. I know I would but you hear far too often in the press about people having no community spirit and about those that don't help. There are still lots of lovely people about.
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