I told mom when I got home. She looked at me, squinted, and asked, “Are you sure you’re not exaggerating, ‘Ziah? You’re just full of surprises these days, aren’t you?”
I said, “You’ll see, mom. Wait until you see the stop sign.”
Dad came home later than usual that evening. He’s a police officer. He had gone straight from work to a neighborhood watch meeting that Kimberly’s mom started because of a rash of car smash and grabs in our area.
“Durham seems to be going to the dogs these days,” he said as he came in. “How are you, Josiah? Babe?”
“Wait until you hear Josiah’s latest.” Mom grinned.
I laughed, “I’m fine, dad. How are you?”
He said, “Something tells me I won’t know how I am until one of you tells me ‘your latest’.”
We all chuckled.
I told dad about the race and the sign.
“So YOU did that?” dad asked.
“I didn’t mean to, dad, we have swung around on that sign whenever we raced for as long as we’ve been racing.”
“We thought it was vandals and talked about it at the watch meeting.”
Dad said. “…and you just ran up and swung around it… Still think the doctors can explain this, baby?”
Mom shook her head. “I don’t know, but we need to rule out everything.”
“I don’t mind,” I said. “I’m actually looking forward to it. I wonder what tests they’ll run, what machines they’ll use, what new doctors and technicians I’ll get to meet.”
“I can just start the testing my-SELF,” dad said as he grabbed me and hugged me, lifting me up and swinging my feet. “Think you’re superman now, ‘cause you’re bending steel?”
We laughed as he swung me around.
Mom said, “Careful, boys. I’ll make you a plate, David. You must be hungry.”
I thought to myself, “Superman is make-believe. This doesn’t seem real, but it’s really happening…”
JET (The Hero) 