A Life Lesson

Back in the day when I was about eight years old I was a little dare devil, I would do just about anything that I was dared to, let’s just say that I did not make very good decisions when I was younger. But that all changed after one accident that occurred so many years ago that caused me to be very cautious of the decisions I make.

            It started off as a typical summer day, waking up, making break feast, which usually consisted of just cereal, watching some T.V. for a little bit and then going outside to hang out with some friends. But this time it was different while all of us where outside playing around my friend Tyler comes out with a new bicycle ramp, this thing looked insane there where only a few kids that where willing to jump it and of course I was one of them. So I pulled my bike out of the garage and started ridding the bike around to start warming up. I was looking at this ramp and all I could think was this ramp was massive there is no way I could do this but everyone else was doing it so I felt obligated to do so as well.

            So there I was looking at this ramp dead on lined up with the center of the ramp, the thought “I can do this” kept repeating in my head over and over again. I took off as fast as I could, handle bars in front of me, wind blowing in my face, adrenaline pumping, and it felt amazing. Finally I hit the ramp for a few seconds I’m up in the air, it felt like I was flying, then all of a sudden I was coming back down to earth but instead of the handle bars in front of me they were behind me and I was headed face first toward the ground.

            When I finally hit the ground I hit the ground hard luckily I was able to put my arms down before my face dragged across the ground. But my arms were completely messed up I had blood dripping down arms and it was pretty painful. I picked myself up regretting the fact that I had just done that and thinking my mom was going to kill me. I went and found my bike, the bike actually went a whole lot further than I did, and headed back home to clean myself up. When I got home my mother freaked out on me and forced me to put up the bike for a little while. When I finally cleaned up I had two huge gashes all the way down my arms and also down one of my legs, it took a while but they eventually healed up and left minimal scaring.

            When I look back on that day I realized that I learned one of the most important lessons of my life, never to just go and do something without thinking about the consequences that could come from my actions. Ever since then I always think about the possible outcomes of my actions good and bad.