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My youngest son, Alex, was clipped by a lorry on his motorbike on Sunday.
He managed to stay on the bike and keep it upright and get out of the way. He rode a little way and parked the bike in front of a busy local shop, then fell off screaming, clutching his leg. I have it on good authority that several people just walked past, ignoring him rolling on the ground in agony, until three youths in hoodies.. the type society looks at askance.. came to his aid.
It was freezing cold, so they took off their own hoodies and wrapped him in them, kindly ( if misguidedly) bought him a coke for the sugar, and stayed with him till the cavalry ( my partner and I) arrived.
I can't help but think of the parallel with the parable of the Good Samaritain.
These apparent 'yobs' had far more heart and compassion than their 'respectable' neighbours. Alex's phone and wallet were on the grass nearbywhere they had fallen, and they picked them up and returned them to him.. where many would have expected them to make off with them, given their appearance. They didn't leave until they knew he'd be okay, and then melted away quietly, barely allowing me to thank them.
Its why I have a fondness for the youth of today... and why you should never judge on appearances!
Alex has broken 3 bones, but is otherwise ok. Some wonderful Providence seems to look after him. It could have been far, far worse, and what little sleep I had on Sunday night was punctuated with dreams of tomatoes being squashed..... the joys of motherhood.
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