Growing up as a “bright” teenager I have habits of making some “smart”choices. I do things like studying for test, being nice to my parents, and getting good grades. Then came one day when I was in eighth grade, I was walking from my friends house to mine, I saw a steel rim with a hard ground lying beneath it. You know teenagers, we’re about as dumb as a bucket of hair. A teenager with something to hang on, sounds scary right.
Let me tell you right away, I’m nowhere close to the same person as I was a couple years before this drastic incident. One thing is that never I thought of what could happen before I did something, I would just do it. I always assumed that all my thoughts are smart ones. Second thing, I’m a teenager I don’t know
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if it’s ignorant or not. I’m just a kid trying to have fun and make people think I’m “cool”. We’ll, after this incident happened I didn’t think I was “cool” at all. My friend Mason and I were at his house, I said “Do you want to go to my house and swim?” Mason said ”Sure, why not.” He grabbed his swimsuit and we headed out. On our way there I saw a basketball hoop, my eyes were as big as a tomato. I made a bet with Mason: “hey, I bet you I can hang on that basketball hoop.” Mason said “I don’t think you can, let's see it.” The bet was on, so I gave Mason my phone and everything else that was in my pocket so nothing would fall out.”I can do this” I said to myself,” so I tied my shoes real tight and took a deep breathe and then couple steps back. I took of as fast as I can, bent my knees and jumped. While I was in the air, I felt like I was flying.
It actually felt kind of good. Getting closer and closer to the hoop. I finally got high enough and I grabbed it. There was a big smile on my face. My face looked like a kid at a candy shop. Then, I turned around with a smirk on my face looking back at Mason and said: “ha I told you I could do it.” He said “okay, fine you win.” Suddenly, I feel like I’m moving a little. The basketball hoop is wobbling back and forth. Sweat is falling from my face. Oh no, I thought to myself, the hoop was going to fall. It was like there was a pit of fire under me and I’m about to fall into it. “help!” I yelled. Not knowing what to do Mason standing there in trauma. I’m as high up as a helicopter. The whole basketball hoop starts to fall. I started to scream as loud as I can. I’m crying before I even hit the ground. Then, Boom! my whole body hits the ground with my head hitting first. In shock, also fear we sprint away. It didn’t even hurt too much, first off, since I couldn’t comprehend what just happened, second, I was too busy being in shock. Mason and I finally slow down. We stop to catch a breathe. Finally, we keep walking toward my house. I rubbed the back of my head and felt something. I looked at my hand and there was blood all over my hand. It appeared that someone took a ketchup bottle and squirted it all over my
hand. Now that I have hung on a basketball hoop and fell to the ground I have learned my lesson. One lesson that I learned was to think before I do something. If I ever want to do something that is questionable I think before I do it. Now if I see a basketball hoop and someone challenges me to hang on it I will think about it. I will most likely check out the basketball hoop if I decide to hang on a basketball hoop. I would do things like check how sturdy it is and how old it is. Hanging on basketball hoops, surprisingly, can teach you a lot. Not only did I learn to think before I do something, I also learned to think before I speak. It works, I also think before I say something and it keeps me out of trouble a lot more. If I’m going to say something that I’m not very sure how it will turn out I will think about it a little and most of the time I don’t say what I’m about to. I’m somewhat glad, thanks to this incident of my “brilliant” decisions. It has taught me a very good lesson. I know not to bet my friends to see if I can hang on a basketball hoop just sitting on the side of the street in a Neighborhood. You never know what could possibly happen with that situation. After being a good kid that listens to my parents, to being “smart” teenager that likes to hang on rims then fall and crack my head open, now, I’m more responsible for my actions and my thoughts. I’m never going to hang on a rim just sitting there in a on the side of a street.
To mentally set the scene for my story, I will give some background into my mental and physical standpoint. During the time of this story, I was under a lot of stress from various circumstances. I had just recently lost my job at Subway and had no source of income. Becouse I lost my job, I had no longer the money nor the resources to continue with athletic training. Taking the three months off from athletic training had a negative effect on my physical appearence. With a noticable loss of physical appearence, my self esteem began to drop slightily. So all together, threw one run of bad luck into another, i was spiraling down into a depression like state.
As I stated before, there are many things that have changed in the past few months. I think this biggest thing that has changed is my feelings towards myself. I have always been pretty confident in my abilities, and myself but I never really had the motivation to do the things that I knew I was capable of. After the incident occurred I asked myself what could I do to change the way my life is headed. I really didn’t have answers. I decided to go home to Jupiter and talk to my parents. I am pretty close with them and I definitely value their opinion. I figured that since they were older and more experienced they could give me some insight on what they have learned. We talked a lot about my past behavior and how a lot of my friends drink. We also talked about how college and drinking kind of go hand and hand in a lot of people’s minds. My parents gave me some ideas on how I could change my life and my choices. We agreed that it would be a good idea to talk to my friends and tell them about how I was feeling. I was kind of unsure about how to approach this with my friends. I felt kind of uneasy about telling some of my friends. We talk mostly about girls, sports etc…….I didn’t think that they would understand what I was going through. As it turns out, my friends were kind of going through the same thing. My best friend John told me that after this incident he started thinking about some of the thi...
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The doctor told me it would not hurt, but it would only sting a little bit. I closed my eyes, anxiously waiting as she brought the bottle of medical glue closer to my head. My head already felt like it had collided with a metal bat. I do not know how only an hour before I went to the emergency room, I sat on the trampoline with my cousin. “So, what do you want to do”, Asked my cousin, “because I am tired of sitting here.”
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I said and put the ball on the ground. I took 3 steps back and stepped a little to the left; I got on my toes and started running towards the ball. I kicked it a bit right and my dad started going for it, but I started running and I got it first. I started moving left, but dad stole it from me. I started getting tired, my lungs hurt, my ankles were sore, and my shins were bruised, but I kept going.
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As I turned around to begin the journey towards my hopeless shot, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sudden unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my elbow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and finally to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had fallen on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong electrical shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second.
Looking at the speed I was going at, I force myself a fall. Not thinking my idea through, I force fell onto my right hand. As my hand had taken in the force, pain surged through my body, forcing my muscles to go limp. I sat on the asphalt in pain with no energy left in my body, powerless. After sitting on the asphalt for a while in pain, I slowly got up, holding my mom’s hand.
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