When Christopher was six, we moved from my parents house to Corona. I told my parents I would call them in a week. When we moved Christopher asked for a skateboard, he had earned half the money by doing chores. At the store Christopher noticed fishing poles and asked for one of those. I don't know, I really don't know alot about fishing and I didn't know how much use we would get out of it. So of course, I said we should stick with the skateboard. Which we did.
Saturday came and Christopher asked if he could go out skateboarding. Sure but stay close because we have Grandma and Grandpa in a bit. And off he went. After a bit I heard a terrible noise. Went outside to check on it and saw Christopher walking towards me. Oh no, he was carrying his board behind him and the awful noise was him crying. I ran up to him.
Christopher had fell off the skateboard and hit his chin and upper lip on the pavement chipping his front tooth. I felt terrible. But I remained calm and asked somebody where the hospital was. Christopher kept screaming at me "I need help, I need a Dr, it hurts." I kept trying to keep him calm.
While we were waiting at the hospital I was sitting in a chair and Christopher had his head in my lap. He looked up at me so innocently and said "I'll bet you wish you bought that fishing pole now." I explained to him that "I believe something was going to happen today no matter where or what we were doing. Unfortunately it was destiny."
Later while talking to Christopher he explained he thought since I was so calm I wasn't helping him. He always knew when someone got hurt people ran around in a panic. So for our first phone call home to Grandma and Grandpa Christopher got to tell them his adventures at the ER.
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