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The Bicycle Lesson

For half an hour, he was a few feet in front of me, trying to tame the little metal beast, jittery under the torrent of none-too-gentle dos and don'ts coming from me, his 6-year-old legs getting bullied by the pedals, his hands on the handlebars fighting the side-to-side spasms of the front wheel, all four limbs wrestling with the fear in his mind. Then, suddenly, he was 20 feet ahead of me, then 50, 80, the short sleeves of his oversized tee-shirt flapping like fledging wings, his neck and arms looking especially scrawny in the horizontal lift-off, hair gelled by the newfound wind into an aerodynamic crown, all of him flying down the promenade of the dusky park. The world has many lessons in store to replace the things I’ve tried to teach him through the years. Just not this one.

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Date: 6/14/2019 8:08:00 PM
This one stands alone Bernard. Hope you have are safe as we are hearing what is developing over there. Regards David in NZ
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Bernard Chan
Date: 6/14/2019 11:15:00 PM
Hi David, thanks a lot. How are you doing with the treatment? Sending my thoughts for a speedy recovery. We are fine over here. I actually just got back from a short holiday. I think there's going to be another march tomorrow, hopng there'll be another 1 million+ people. My wife and I will probably join. Have to make a stand, even though they will eat up this place sooner or later :)
Date: 5/17/2019 8:35:00 AM
oh! This is awesome! I'm teared up ;) xomo!
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Date: 5/17/2019 3:24:00 PM
Thank you so much, Maureen :)