Quin loves riding bike. Just before he turned three he asked his Dad to take off his training wheels. I wouldn’t let it happen. Eventually Quin stopped riding. One day as Craig was working on the truck, Quin asked him again. Craig took off the trainers. Craig came into the house where I was doing dishes, explained what happened and sadly said ” I didn’t even get to hold the seat and run alongside of him, he just rode off!!” I ran out to see and there was Quin, smiling with joy riding around on two wheels like that was how he had always done it. At five, he wanted a jump. That was good for a day. Then he needed a bigger jump. Again Craig said no and Quin stopped riding. Finally Craig gave in, Quin rode with pleasure. He took as much air as he could and I watched close by. Then it happened. He took too much air and lost control. He landed with style, right on his face. It was the first time I remember him actually crying in pain. I carried him home in my arms, dragging the bike along. I was thanking God that my child felt pain and begging that it would mean something to him. His little brother refuses to ride with him. Simply put in his own words ” I don’t want to watch Quin die.”
When Quin started grade one, he had to do after school reading, the only thing he would read was the Bible. There we would sit after school reading through the book of Mark. By grade four he took his Bible to school for quiet reading time. There he sat, reading through the book of Isaiah much to his teachers astonishment! She was amazed and delighted saying, “Now there is a kid who isn’t going to be led by others!” Quin has been given the gift of faith. It is strong, unwavering and deep. He has complete trust in God when it comes down to brass tacks. This is an amazing gift and is truly such a strength in him. There have been times when he has been moved to speak, the truth that comes forth, the power and confidence he says it with and the emotion that hovers in his voice have moved Craig and I deeply. It is something to behold.