This past weekend, I managed to squeeze in visits with many old friends. In general, the day was spectacular, I met my dear friend Lindsay’s cute little bundle of awesome, I had lunch with an old friend who’s currently baking her own little awesome bunt-cake, and I went to a BBQ with old friends, one of whom was visiting from Arizona. All in all, it was pretty spectacular, except for one thing: I saw a little boy get hit by a car.

I had just left Kimmy’s driveway after I dropped her off from our delicious PHO lunch. As I was approaching the stop sign at the end of her block, out of no where a little boy scurried on his bicycle to try and get across the road before a van came. Well, the van came. The woman saw the little boy and slammed on her breaks, however, because it has just rained, the road was slippery and she wasn’t able to stop on time. My stomach dropped to the floor.

The back tire of the boys bike was hit by the car, he lost control of his bike, hit his head on the pavement and then rolled on to the ground. It was terrifying. Sitting at the stop sign I saw the entire thing and prayed that he wasn’t going to be ‘run’ over and thankfully he wasn’t. The boy quickly sat up and cried.

During this time, I stopped my car, and started to get out. A man ran over to the child and got him to lie back down. He was in all honesty a true hero. I called 911 as I crossed the street, spoke to the dispatcher and got an ambulance sent.

Another woman came over who stated that she was a teacher and trained in first aid and her, with the older man kept the boy calm and covered him with blankets.

The woman who hit the boy, ran out of the car as soon as she was able to get it parked. She sobbed and stood by as people treated the boy. The woman standing beside me was nice, but a clear trouble maker. She said things like ‘oh I bet she was speeding’. I responded ‘she wasn’t, however 50 is very fast on residential roads, plus it just rained’. Then she said ‘well she doesn’t seem to be that upset’. I then followed with, ‘well, she came out crying and is probably in shock right now because she just hurt a little boy. How would you be? It could have happened to any of us.’ I just can’t quite understand why at that exact moment, she’d cause trouble and make everything worse.

Luckily, it turned out that the boy, for the most part was ok. However, he had the biggest goose egg on his forehead, because helmets don’t protect foreheads, and had scrapes all over. I’d bet he’s still in a lot of pain and still pretty frightened.

While we waited for the police to come so I could give my statement, I looked over at my car, and it was surrounded by teenagers. At first I thought they were stealing it, then I heard them yell ‘THERE’S NO ONE IN THIS CAR’. After 10 minutes of being at the scene, my car began to slowly roll across the street. ​What’s that all about? ​Well, I was so concerned with the little boy, that I never put it in park. Idiot. The teenagers, jumped in my car and stopped it just a few feet from hitting their car that was safely parked in their driveway. This move is what some people who know me would call ‘pulling a Woodall’ because stupid moves like this follow me everywhere I go.

Anyway, the police came and I gave my statement. Oh, I forgot to mention that his poor mom was retrieved by his friends and rode with him to the hospital. She must have been terrified.

Honestly, that was probably the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. He was so small. He was in 2nd grade and it could have been so much worse. I pray, I never see something like that again.