Death’s Lost Chance

Death’s Lost Chance

Back in 1999 or somewhere back then, I’m not sure of the year. My Father and Mom’s house was sold by my two older sisters. In selling the house, they also sold some of my Dad’ relics. I had given my parents pictures of my visit to the United Nations where I had taken a picture with Ralph Bunch. Pictures of my tour of New York City were also given to them. I had given them a picture of my tour at the White House when President Kennedy was President. But the artifact my Dad relish the most was my hair with a ribbon tied to it at age two. I was run over by a car and my Dad saved my hair with a ribbon tied to it.
At the time we lived in Rainbow City in Alabama. It was in the summer and the older kids in the neighborhood played in the field across the street from us. They were playing baseball and a friend of mine, the same age as me, name Helen wanted to play with them. I took her by the hand and said we are going too. As we were walking across the street, another neighbor was backing up his car. We were too small to be seen, therefore he ran over us. A large crowd gathered screaming you have run over these children. The neighbor was so remorseful; he offered to drive us to the hospital. My Mom said no. She wanted to wait for an ambulance. Helen’s parents thought it would take too long for an ambulance to get there so they took him up on his offer. In retrospect we know now they made the wrong decision. They thought they were doing the right thing by their child. In retrospect it was the wrong thing to do. Inexperienced people disturbing a hurt victim were not an acceptable thing to do. Helen’s parents took her to the doctor’s office close by. The doctor told them he could do nothing for her at his office. He suggested they take her to the hospital. On their way to the Hospital Helen died.
The ambulance driver told my father he always thought I would make it. I cried too loudly. Helen only groaned. In looking back over my life, I can see were many events were meant for harm. However, that day, death lost its’ chance. One day God will call me from earth to reward, but not that day.

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