Saved by one of my students

Well, hello there.
I drive a school bus. I have 3 or 4 other jobs, but for some reason,
this one is my favorite. It's so exciting yet frustrating at the same time.
Not a day passes without some kind of story to tell.
Most of them are very funny.
                              Take this one for example:

After a short but wonderful ride on my motorcycle, I was returning home.
As I arrived at my driveway, I proceeded very slowly.
I live in the country so driveways are usually very long.
Mine is unpaved. If you know anything at all about motorcycles, 
gravel, grass, rocks and wet roads could be hazardous to a motorcyclist.

Anyhow. There I go as per usual. Taking my time, watching where I was going.
The same way I drive up my driveway all the time. Suddenly, I saw a snake.
It was crossing a section up near the end. Minding its own business, it
slithered itself right into the path that I was travelling towards.
It was just a small snake. But I don't like snakes.
They are like monsters to me. They frighten me. 
The closer I got to the snake, the more nervous I became.
The handlebars  on the bike were vibrating. I was shaking so much,
that I wasn't paying attention to the driveway anymore.
                            Then the ultimate happened.

You guessed it. Down I go. The first and only time I ever dropped my bike.
Stupid snake, I thought. I immediately started to panic.
Things happened so fast from that point, that had someone been watching,
they probably would have died laughing. I whipped myself up from under my
bike and started running towards the shed.
When I arrived at my destination, I found an axe. How convenient, yet ironic I thought. Someone has placed an axe right in the very spot that I needed
an axe to be. I grabbed it and quickly made my way back to the danger zone.
I was so full of fear and dismay, that I didn't even realize that gas
was pouring out of my bike and the motor was still running.
It didn’t matter. I had one thing on my mind.
I needed to get rid of a bigger problem. The snake.
I proceeded to slam the axe toward the snake.
Repeatedly hacking away at it. Thrust after thrust. Until finally,
I was comfortable that the snake was dead and wasn't going to hurt me.
Poor snake didn’t have a chance. There it lay. All six pieces of it.
I then rushed over to my bike. Still lying on its side.
Engine wailing loudly and gas still oozing out of it.  Quickly I shut it off.

I tried desperately to pick it up. I tugged and I pulled with every muscle
I had. I couldn’t budge it. Concluding that there was absolutely no way
that I was going to pick up that 600lb bike.
I frantically started running towards the house. Nobody was home.
My only hope would be to call someone to come and save me.
So I dialed the number of one of my bus kids, that lived down the street. 
A very good student. Never gave me any trouble on the bus.
But that didn’t really matter much at this point, I was desperate.
I asked if he would come over and help me.
I had dropped my bike in the driveway, and couldn’t pick it up with
my own muscles. He laughed and said he’d be right over.

Within minutes, the boy arrived. He was just turning sixteen
and already 5'10 and weighed well over 200lbs. He reached down
with one arm and with almost no effort at all, picked my bike up
like it was a tricycle. Together we straightened out the foot peg
that had gotten bent in the accident.
He asked me how in the world this had happened.
I started telling him the whole gruesome story, when suddenly,
he burst out laughing. I let out a chuckle myself.
I made him promise to never tell a soul about the episode.

He’s twenty now, and when we see each other from time to time.
We both have a good laugh over the events that took place,
the day he had come to my rescue.