Rescued From the Fall

The little girl was learning to ride her bicycle for the first time without training wheels. With careful steps and great concern she put herself in position to make the daring move. Her father was beside her, and he gave his encouraging words, “You can do it, honey. Just keep peddling.” The father began to push and the little one weaved from side to side with the father's steady hand holding tightly to the seat of the bike. Just as the father let the little tike go, the wobble increased, the bicycle weaved more and the toddler was destined for a fall. Just in the nick of time, the father ran beside her and grabbed the flailing bicycle. He rescued her from the fall, and she was ready for another attempt.

Life sometimes is like learning to ride a bicycle. Oh, in the early stages like riding with training wheels many do well, but just take the training wheels off and have to manage alone and there is a whole new story. Wobbles come, and the bicycle weaves. Steering becomes difficult and sometimes hitting the ground is an unavoidable part, but with a few attempts, a few falls, maybe even a few bumps and bruises along the way, a person learns to ride. Some have many bruises and scrapes, and others seem to fly carelessly by. Quite possibly the difference is whether there was anyone there to rescue them from their falls.

Look around. There are weaving bicycle riders everywhere, and there are plenty of opportunities for rescue. There are plenty of chances to give a little aid, maybe mend a few bumps or bruises, or notice the scars others have to show the falls from the past. Maybe like the father with the toddler on her bicycle, the hand that is lent will be the one that rescues them from their fall.

Until tomorrow...Why Say More?