Yesterday was Sunday, a day like many others. I brought breakfast to my wife, bedroom-bound as she is, then made my own breakfast, and after ensuring my wife was comfortable, walked down the road for a newspaper. About fifty yards in front of me was a small family, Mummy, Dad and one small boy, who was pushing himself along on a scooter. The little boy, who was just enjoying himself by bowling along on the scooter ahead of his Daddy and Mom, veered sharply across the pavement and out into the road. He must have hit an paving edge which turned the front wheel sharply; but he was in immediate danger, because coming up behind the family was a car.
Tragedy did not strike, because the driver reacted, slammed on his brakes, and the car, which was travelling within the limit, and not going too fast, stopped about three feet away from the small boy, who had of course fallen off the scooter. Apart from a badly-skinned knee, the little boy was unhurt. The driver, whose reactions were so good, was literally shaking with shock. The parents, frozen at first, were just cuddling and reassuring their son. Some five minutes later, the family had resumed their journey, the driver had recovered, and moved off; and I walked by still on my way to the newsagents.
Through excellent engineering, with driving and safety lessons well-absorbed; a small family remains untouched by tragedy, and the scooter-riding will be alongside Daddy. Fate has been mollified; And all will be well!