Life lesson from a Little Red Wagon

This is a true story of a day in our life.  We had a well loved little red wagon for many years that I would pull my three children in.  It was a lot of fun.  It was the kind of wagon with the wooden sides that come off and a long metal handle.  I was working out in the yard and my two youngest were playing outside with the wagon having a ball.  My daughter decided it would be fun to pull my youngest son in the wagon down the driveway.  It had a nice slope to it, so they could get moving pretty fast.  We live in a subdivision with a circle drive so at the end of the driveway is a sidewalk followed by pavement.

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I  happened to come around the garage to see my daughter pulling my son  riding in the wagon down our cement driveway excited as could be.  Wheee!  Then suddenly my daughter decided to let go of the handle.  The handle came down and stuck in the crack between the driveway and the sidewalk. Now a wagon going pretty fast and coming to a sudden halt creates quite the momentum for the object in the wagon…which happened to be my son.   I tell you my heart skipped a beat and flashes of him hitting the pavement and us running to the ER went through my mind. He proceeded to fly forward. It all happened so fast.

Fortunately, he flew forward but somehow managed to stay in the wagon. I was amazed he wasn’t were hurt. Angels were watching over him that day and the wagon protected him from the pavement.  However, I can’t say the same for the wagon.  

After I knew they were okay and thanked God with relief,  I watched my son get up out of what was left of the wagon and pull the two front wheels back to the garage and my daughter was pulling the rest of the wagon behind her.  Neither of them said anything. The expressions on their face said it all.  They knew their wagon days were over.  They quietly took care of the pieces, put them in the garage, and walked into the house.  It was a somber moment, however, I was impressed how they handled it so well.  By evening we had a good laugh telling the story to Dad of how our son went flying through the air and survived unscathed.

 Their Aunt had blessed us with that little red wagon.  We had a lot of wonderful memories with our children in it.  If interested in purchasing one for your family click the link above.

I saved the side pieces to the wagon.  I didn’t want to part with them so we put them to good use.  My husband built shelves for my son’s bedroom.  God Bless him.

Moral of the story…If you let go of the handle in life, be thankful you are alive, laugh a little, pick up the pieces, and move on.

Blessings!

Cheryl Bippus

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