One day, when I was about 15 years old, I was riding my bike on the way to a friends' house. I was listening to my discman and thought I was paying prettty good attention to my surroundings. I reached a stop sign and stopped, as required. At the street in front of me was a police car, who had stopped as well. When it was time to go, I went. Apparantly, the man driving the car coming my way did not realize that he was coming to a stop sign. He hit me, when I was half way across the street and in front of the police car!! Thankfully, GOD was watching over me. The only thinngs that got hurt were my hands and legs, which were scraped. The police officer came over to me before the person who hit me and asked if I was alright. I answered yes. After that, we all went on our ways. To this day, I will never ride a bike while listening to music. The ironic part of this story is the fact that, about two or three years prior to this incident, my brother had gotten hit by a car right up the street!
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