“Make sure she gets on the bike again,” Dad instructed Dorothy after my heel was bandaged. We all knew what he meant; I needed to ride again to overcome the fear of getting hurt. In challenging life situations our father was known to say, “It’s like getting thrown off a horse; you just have to get back on again.” I was glad he didn’t say that this time because he made it clear that I could not have a horse.
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