Maph garnuhos

I ran into a two year old play­ing in the street with my newly decked out cycle. I couldn’t brake fast enough and the next thing I knew was this lit­tle girl face was down under my bike frame. A delib­er­at­ing crowd came out and swal­lowed me in the lan­guage I’ve been study­ing and all I could make out was… You can go. She’s ok. With­out catch­ing my breath I asked for for­give­ness to find I was the only one left stand­ing there. With a bloody hand and scraped knee and my sweet tricked out moun­tain bike I went to lunch a lit­tle later than usual.