Article April 17, 1976 Issue

God Is by My Side

(written at age 11)

Karen Wilgus

One afternoon when I was five, my mother decided to visit neighbors. She asked me if I wanted to go along. But I said "No, I want to ride my bike."

You see, I had just learned how to ride my two-wheeler and I wanted to get on it again. So my mother left, and I went out to the garage to get my bicycle. The overhead door was shut tight, and it was hard to open. But I pushed with all my strength, and finally the door went up.

After getting out my bike I had to close the garage door. I thought it would be fun to put my foot on the door handle and ride on the door as it came down. And down it came—right on my other foot!

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