I think the surgeon was pushed there by the Tehillim that my siblings were saying at home. They told me later that everyone who hadn’t been busy with Shabbos chores had sat on the couch davening.
So when there was a break in the rain and my father asked me if I wanted to help him fetch a large box of fruit from the other side of our neighborhood I was thrilled. I ran to get my bike and followed my father out. Without my helmet.
We were on our way back home when my bike skidded on the wet sidewalk. I flew into the air and stopped when my head hit a jagged brick wall.
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