Rebecca sailed through childhood with a minimum of fuss, the usual scrapes, few illnesses and wonderful academics. Michael didn’t sail. He skipped, ran, hopped, rolled, teetered and bounced. The only things he liked about school were recess, lunch and sports.
Mike loved to climb trees, the higher the better. Afraid of scaring him and causing him to fall, I have calmly talked him down, while my heart was in my throat and my knees felt like jelly. No scolding,spanking, or any other punishment kept him from climbing. (No, spanking wasn’t illegal in those days.)
When Michael was fourteen, his dad bought him a Honda dirt bike, a purchase that caused me to consider divorce or murder. I had always stated that a motorcycle would take up residence on my property over my dead body. It was inconceivable that one of those deathtraps was going to carry my son all over the countryside—and with his father’s approval!
Somehow, the boy survived. He grew up, married a beautiful, dark-eyed young woman, and fathered two children, a son and a daughter. Michael became a partner in his dad’s business, a dangerous occupation that he grew to love: select cutting of timber.Safety measures are stressed above all else; and most of the time, Michael follows them. Shortcuts, no pun intended, are deadly in the timber. Two things especially are not done: “You never cut down trees alone” and “you cut smart and don’t try to outrun a falling tree.”
One day Michael did both. The tree splintered, snapped and the trunk flew upwards, striking Michael’s head. He remembers being airborne. When he regained consciousness, he was draped across the trunk, one hand still on the running chainsaw,wedged beneath the tree. He freed his hand, but it took three attempts before he could stand up without passing out again. His hardhat saved his life, but I’ve always wondered if his hard head wasn’t also a major factor...that and his guardian angel.
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