Deadly Fear #5

Why did God make me short and scared?

This bike is so tall, I can't reach the ground.

I fall over if I try to pedal,

I can't get my other foot on the other pedal in time.

I nearly crashed into the street twice.

And there you were, riding circles around me,

happy as a clam.

I wished I had time to be angry,

but I was too busy fighting back tears.

This was no time for hysterics.

I had to do it,

had to just admit defeat,

admit that I was going to fall and possibly

bring myself into great pain.

Whatever happened would happen.

Throwing a prayer up for God to be merciful

I gritted my teeth and shoved off the ground.

What do you know?

I can ride this thing after all.