So sometimes when I really want to write but I can't think of anything to write about, I'm going to pull from my stash of incredibly dumb actions that I have had throughout my childhood (and some adulthood). If you don't know me or haven't kept in touch in a while, then you're in for a treat. If you do know me...well, you may (probably) have heard it, but I tend to write better than I verbalize, so enjoy again!
I know that Rachel is going to be ticked at me for not writing the story she asked about (I am working on it though), but I think this will be worth it.
An old favorite of mine is when I was on a band trip to Florida during my junior year of high school. We were marching in the Citrus Bowl Parade and taking in the sites in Orlando. One of our stops was to the Kennedy Space Center.
Now as often happens, something shiny caught my eye while I was there and I became transfixed...then I wandered off by myself. I don't even remember what it was, but I do remember being completely oblivious to the fact that I had wandered away from the group...or that it was time to board the bus...or that everyone had started filing out. As I stood looking at whatever had caught my attention, I heard the voice of a chaperone call out, "POPE HIGH SCHOOL! THE BUS IS LEAVING NOW!!!"
I snapped out of my ADD induced hypnosis and tore down the stairs and toward the door. Now I wasn't a track star or anything, but I could move pretty quick. I hit the lower level and began building up a huge head of steam as I raced for the door, which was about 40 yards away. Then suddenly, my progress just stopped.
Now when I say "stopped," I don't mean that I stumbled or pulled up suddenly. I mean that I literally just stone cold stopped. It was an awful feeling.
"Why am I not moving anymore?" was the first thought to pop into my head. I also didn't understand why there was a searing pain streteching across the front part of my face. Or why my nose felt as though it had been pushed into the roof of my mouth. Then out of the corner of my eye, I caught a reflection of the skin on my face. A reflection? But that means...
Yep. I had run full speed into a glass wall.
Let me tell you, what is ten times worse than the physical pain is the mental bewilderment that you feel when your body just stops moving when it was at one point going at a rapid pace.
Luckily, NO ONE from my high school band actually saw this incident. This story is great to tell, but to have people I know witness it would probably have caused me horrible emotional damage. Almost as much damage as the time one of our dogs, Chloe, almost caused me to have a major concussion. But that story will have to wait for another time...
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