Grandpa’s stories #11

Sometimes as a parent, you deal with many issuesdirectly related to your children. Who am I kidding? As a parent, you ALWAYS deal with things related to your children. That’s parenting. 

Actually, parenthood is one of the real joys of life. You all know that. 



But my parents never heard this story. 


In fact, I have never told this story to anyone until I was chatting with a high school friend recently. Then I told Gramma for the first time. Only a handful of people know about this. Besides the people that were there that day, there are only 2 people in the whole world that know about this. 


One time my friends and I took my car up to Southeast Elementary for scholl lunch. Back in that day, it cost 50¢. It was way less expensive than Pizza Hut, so we would try school lunch sometimes. Grandpa got school lunch for free, but I don’t remember seeing him that day. We had lunch and were driving my car down the road and goofing off. Dennis Giles was riding his bike back to school, and as we passed Milt’s Stop-n-Eat, Dennis hit a jump on the dirt trail and sailed through the air. In mid-air his front tire fell off. We were high school students, so we laughed and hit each other across the back (so to speak).


Obviously, he had a major crash when he landed. After the wreck, Dennis didn’t get up but he just lay there as still as can be. Then suddenly, he started convulsing, and his body began shaking violently. We stopped my car and ran to his aid. He was eating a roll from school lunch while riding his bike. It became lodged in his throat, so he couldn’t breathe, and that’s why he was convulsing. I reached into his mouth and throat and pulled out the roll. He came to and luckily started breathing again. He didn’t really know what had happened. I don’t really remember what we did after that. Call 911? No. Fix his bike and send him on his way. No way. He must have said he would take his bike home. I don’t know why we didn’t offer to help him. 

It’s all a blur now after that. 



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