He Cries Out
He laughed.
His legs rotating the bike pedals.
13 years old.
No side walks.
Just trails.
Where he was, in fact.
He rode quickly.
Having the time of his life.
Down the road came a woman that either fell asleep
at the wheel or was on drugs.
Troopers weren't sure.
But the boy was having fun.
So much fun, in fact, that he might have forgotten to check the road before getting off the trail.
A few seconds, later.... BAM!!
Police sirens.
Ambulance arrives.
Takes the boy to the hospital immediately.
Not sure what happened to the 18 year oldgirl that was driving,
But the boy had a shattered ankle, a cracked skull and possible brain damage.
Oh, how we cried for our dear best friend. Only 13 and gets hit and with serious injuries.
I wept for 2 days.
Depressed.
I came to God, praying, asking, begging to help that little boy. My best friend.
He is such a big bundle of happiness.
Every where he went he always made people smile with his bright heart and bright smile. The joy around him in contagious. You can't deny it.
He is everything.
He means a lot to my sisters, and mother and i.
He was like our brother.
He IS our brother.
And i will always love him.
(This happened only four days ago. He is still in the hospital. And i am still praying. Whoever reads this.... PLease.. PLEASE... please pray for my dear friend Alex. He needs the prayers. He is a sweet little boy. And he loves God. Please pray for him.)
Copyright © Julia Chebukina | Year Posted 2015
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