Super Hero

Super Hero. When I lived in Port Washington, New York one of my favorite things to do was ride my bike. Now remember I had brought back my German touring bike, and it was unlike anyone else's bike in the neighborhood. One evening my downstairs neighbor Marvin and I decided to go on a quick trip around the block. Now as usual I was leading the way. It was pretty much impossible for me not to be the leader.  Infact, my mother had warned me that I would not have any friends if I didn't stop being so bossy. I knew better than to talk back, but as I walked away I clearly thought, "Well they'll do anything I say." Hey I had skills- leadership skills that is. As Marvin and I got ready to cross the street I went first and he followed. That's when he went flying through the air. He had been hit by a car. Now this was the mid-60's and there was no such thing as a cell phone. As neighbors ran out to help I quickly volunteered to ride back home and let Marvin's parents know. I pedaled as fast as I could, and as I approached the house I was suddenly gripped with fear. I think I was afraid that I might be in trouble for Marvin's accident.  I quickly ran upstairs to find my mom. She was bathing my younger sisters. I quickly relayed the series of events and she immediately sent me downstairs to let Marvin's parents know. It was in that instance that my inner super hero kicked in. I bravely led them to the scene of the accident feeling all the while quite proud of myself for helping. I was saving the day. Poor Marvin had a broken arm, leg and a concussion. If the truth be known he was lucky to be alive. Marvin and I spent a lot of time together after that while he recovered. It seemed only right.