This morning on Mythstoppers we debunked the long-standing phrase that "the grass is always greener on the other side." I had to cross Highway 29 traffic to get the job done, and was lucky enough not to get hit by a car during its peak hours.
Afterwards, I got an e-mail from my Mom (you may remember her from such Bob's Breakfast shows as... last Friday's!) who was pleased I didn't get hit. But that e-mail reminded me that, if I had been pasted by the grill of a sedan this morning, it wouldn't have been the first time.
I had just turned seven years old in the summer of 1989 when it happened. I was walking across the rarely busy street in front of my very family's very own home, and made the stupid mistake of not looking both ways before hand. Before I could say "roadkill" I was sent flying four feet in the air, slid across Water Street in Oxford Mills and was knocked unconscious by the curb.
The next few moments were a blur. There are a few things I remember, like being assured that I wasn't dreaming - what was happening was real. I also recall the ambulance trip, but not being loaded onto it.
In the end, I was very lucky. I ended up with a small bump on the head, a long scrape down the middle of my back (which looked absolutely nasty), and a sore knee that bugged me now-and-then for the next few years. The biggest casualty was what at the time was my favourite shirt - it was cut off when I got to the hospital.
Of course, if anyone listens to Bob's Breakfast, they probably wonder if I was hit in the head as a young boy. Hey, you know something...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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