The Older Brother, BIL, and myself all went sledding yesterday in the mountains near here. Oodles of fun, I tell you. We sledded down awesome slopes and then we packed up and started back to town.
Just on the edge of town is a intensely popular hillside for sledding and it looked like so much fun (even though it was PACKED with people) that we stopped for just a few last good runs.
We only had two sleds, so after I went a few times, I perched myself on the BIL’s truck to watch the guys take the steep slope “just to see what it was like”. As I watched, these other teens took it first, two of them flew down so fast that it made my head spin. The third guy took the slope so much faster and his sled appeared to barely touch the ground for the first 200-300 yards. As he got closer, he didn’t slow down very much at all, but whizzed straight towards the street.
Just then a wee boy, most likely about seven years of age, slid right into the teen’s path. The boy’s mother ran over and began to drag him out of the way when…
The teen collided with her and her son, knocking them both to the ground. At first I thought that she knew the teen because she ran over to him first and began yelling at him and looked like she was going to start slugging him. But I thought maybe she was halfway joking because his face looked like it might be a joke, it was completely incredulous and his entire body was saying “please don’t slug me, haha”.
Then I began to figure out what she was saying: “F*** YOU!!! F*** YOU!! YOU COULD HAVE STEERED OR STOPPED!! F*** YOU!!” Over and over. I quickly realized that they did not know each other, as the teen rolled over, jumped up, grabbed his sled and beat it.
I stared and blinked a few times as she then ran over to her son and held him as he cried. She then began helping him to the street and towards where I guessed their car was parked. I then noticed that the poor kid was limping, I started to hop out of the truck to go see if I could help when a man that I had noticed before (don’t think that, I noticed him because he looked and talked like Ed Harris and I thought it was funny) ran up, spoke to the woman for a moment and then picked up the little boy and carried him to their van.
I thought for a while that Ed Harris was the boy’s father, but after he helped the boy to the van, he shook hands with the woman and then walked back to the hill to finish sledding with his own boy. Apparently, he didn’t know her at all but saw that she needed assistance and put his shoulder to the wheel without any hesitation.
What a man, Ed Harris, what a man.