SUCCOR= Assistance and support in times of hardship and distress
by John Yeo
The cycle race had been extremely hard going for Fred Wilkinson, at 54 years of age he most definitely was not the man he used to be. Although he was an unusually fit man for his age he was not getting any younger and he was finding it continually harder to keep up with the younger cycling fraternity.
George his eldest son also a cyclist continually remonstrated with him and literally begged him to stop competitive cycling.
"Dad, you will only harm yourself if you continue to try to outrace the younger cyclists!"
"Don't worry George, I am a very fit man, I will always be capable of pushing the pedals around. I came second in the last County road-race. Remember I always said I would carry on regardless. If I stop now I will have desperate withdrawal symptoms and my life will never be the same again."
"Dad, my brother and I will insist on riding in every race you enter from now on so that we can keep an eye on you during the course of the race."
"George! Will either of you be able to keep up with me! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
This banter and the competitiveness went on for the next few races over the next month or so, until the day dawned when the club championship final races took place. George and his Father were due to race in the late afternoon.
The ladies in the clubhouse were preparing a sumptuous tea when Fred and George arrived.
Beryl was always quick with a quip and she had a very soft spot for Fred.
"Come and taste my fruity homemade tarts Fred! They are all my own work and very tasty." said Beryl sweetly smiling as she passed a plate to him.
Fred looked at her proffering her wares, smiled and said, "Perhaps just a nibble!" as he popped a piece into his mouth.
Suddenly he staggered forward unable to speak and started to go very red, then blue in the face. Beryl, who was a trained nurse turned and suddenly punched him hard in the back. Fred shocked, spluttered and choked when a piece of pastry came flying out of his mouth.
The shocked club members gathered around, relieved that he was breathing normally and all was fine. Beryl arranged for him to get a checkup straight away at the Doctors surgery, which meant he would miss the race.
George smiled after his father had gone as he quipped to Beryl, "That was a very good right hand punch you delivered there!"
"That was my succor punch!" She replied. "I have been trained to follow through my instincts and I respond fast. I float like a Butterfly and sting like,
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