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It felt as if I were unconscious. I couldn’t think straight at that point in time; things were happening so fast, and I wasn’t able to grasp reality. Everything was a mighty blur to me and I couldn’t feel my right arm from the elbow down; this was the first time I had been in such a stressed situation, and honestly I was starting to fear for my own life.
This is what was I bravely had to exist through when I was only thirteen years old. It was a warm summer evening and it was a blaze outside. If you tried to walk down a straight road you would see the heat glaze through the air until it reached the horizon. My friend and I were in my room trying to escape this Georgia heat, and we were creating exiting, thrilling things to do to keep us busy.
While my family was watching a movie, we sat in the room with the room slowly darkening because of the setting sun. I had just finished cutting something the day before and had the razor scissors on the desk. I grabbed them unsuspectingly and started to twirl them around my finger. I liked to watch the glare of the sunset bounce off the blade and spin into the room. Since these were kitchen shears they separated into two sharp razor knives; and I did that. I grabbed both of the knives in my hand and sat near the sunlight that was still grazing over my room. I made sudden fierce stabs at the sun at impulse to watch the sun sparkle into the distant corners of the room. I continued this while we talked about the trivial matters in life; it’s something that we’ve always done with each other.
Soon after beginning my fun my friend brought up the looming thought of this coming school year. Stunned by such a devastating question for the summer time, I forgot about the two blades in my hand and since I was only accurate with my right, also my dominant hand, the blade in my left hand slipped and with such force behind it I couldn’t stop the blade from slicing deep into my right forearm.
I looked down and this time that blade didn’t reveal the sparkle of the sunlight I was so accustomed to seeing. I saw the chilling sight that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I saw deep, red blood dripping off the blade of the knife. I felt no pain because I instantly cut the nerves in my arm. I rushed to my father’s room and told him to call the ambulance as fast as he could. The house seemed to taunt me being so stretched out where I couldn’t find the supplies I need to save my arm the loss of blood. I tied a belt around the top of my arm, as if to stop the blood loss, as I heard the shriek of an ambulance pulling into my driveway.
I was rolled into the back of the ambulance and all I could see is the red and blue lights flashing as they rushed me to the hospital. The men in the truck are not the fondest memory in my mind; as I don’t remember much about either one of them. I was in pain and I was afraid for my life. After seemingly endless hours of stitching and cutting and re-stitching, I was finally told what happened. I cut 2 inches into the skin and was about a centimeter from cutting a major artery which would have likely killed me.
I now realize, and as often as possible I like to share it with my peers, that you should treasure what you have while you can still love it. During that day, I thought I’d lose all my loved ones and everything I every cared about. I now appreciate living such a privileged life, and having such a good family that would help me anytime. But the main point of my experience is to enjoy what you have while it’s there, because without notice; you could lose everything you love and care for.
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