Today's post will delve into a topic that has been the talk of the
MLBC youth group for a little over a year. While not proud that my name is attached to this story, I am happy to say that I can talk about it with a smile. As promised in yesterday's post, I will recount the story of me hitting the guy on the bicycle with the church van.
As I said yesterday, I was working as a summer intern with Sammy Clary at
Calvary Baptist Church in
Williamston, SC. This happened to be my home church, so I was familiar with all of the youth and children that we were working with. During the first week of the summer, we held a Children's Day Camp. I think that we had around 30 kids participating, and we had a blast. This was actually when Sammy and I discovered the secret to turning someone into a "biscuit." It consists of...this is totally off the subject. Maybe I'll write about this in a
practical joke post. Anyway, at the end of the week, we were taking the kids to the now defunct Tropical Island in
Taylors. We loaded-up two vans full of kids and workers (actually, we had so many kids the workers rode together in another car), and headed off to a day of fun.
After a day of putt-putt, go karts, and video games, we rounded-up the kids to head home. Now, the quickest route from
Taylors to
Williamston requires you to go down hwy. 29, and through downtown
Greenville. Its the downtown
Greenville part where the action happens.
Let me set the stage: two 15 passenger vans, 30 kids, Sammy in front with me following. While on Church St., near the old Ramada Inn, we saw a guy on a bicycle start crossing the northbound lanes. He stopped in the median while Sammy's van passed, but that was as long as he waited. Without hesitation, the dude pulled-out in front of me. I locked-down the brakes, and cut my wheels as hard to the right as I could (This is the first miracle. I was able to cross three lanes without any other vehicles around. This is unheard of for downtown in the middle of the day.), but I could not avoid the man. He proceeded to run into the side of the van, his head bouncing off one of the windows and making a streak on it from his helmet. As I screeched to a stop (2
nd miracle. I slid that van around 45 feet. The police officer said that he had never seen a van slide that far without rolling over), I watched in my
rear view mirror as the man bounced in the road like an empty Coke bottle (you litterers know what I'm talking about).
Upon stopping, I ran to the man as fast as possible. I'll be h0nest; I don't remember much of what happened next. I do remember the man trying to get up, and me stopping him. I also remember him telling the emergency workers that he wanted to go to St. Francis Hospital because he was a radiologist there! That's right. I hit a doctor on a $2000 racing bike.
We eventually made it home, and checked on the man. He wound-up with a broken pelvis, broken collar bone, and some cracked ribs; however, he recovered fully. I was found to be at no fault, and was somewhat commended by the police officer for not killing the guy.
I really can't believe that its been 8 years since this happened. I can still see that guy bouncing in the road. If anyone is reading this, and remembers any other details, please email me,
brian@mlbcgreer.com, and I'll post it later.
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