Patience.

I am posting this story to find out something very important to me, I need all the help I can get to find out why this incident is teaching me. I dont know what it is teaching me, but a lot of my elders say its patience. So please, read this story, dont vomit over the grammtical errors, just read it for the content. Tell me what this could possibly teach me, and why.


It was just another day, I got up early, and went straight upstairs to ask my cousin (I consider him my brother) if he wanted to come ride my fourwheeler and possibly go mudding. I dont really remember what he said, but im sure it was something along the lines of, " I dont know, I dont really feel like it". Now you must be thinking...how can I not know? Well this is simply because it was a normal day, I had absolutely no reason to remember what he said. So after he declined my invitation I went to the garage, started my ATV up and drove away...

After exploring for a little while i came back, hoping Ted (Cousin) would come ride with me. He eventually caved in and got on with me. So we went off, I decided to drive to a remote location where the mud was perfect. It was puddles, puddles, and more puddles. We went through it
once together, and got stuck in maybe a 2 foot deep puddle. I told him that its easy to get out of, and i got out and pushed, it came out right quick. "Told you", I remarked. So when we got back to the beginning of the series of puddles, he said we should take turns. So i let him on, and i took my phone from the pack on the front of the ATV, I think i was texting Katie at the time...when he got back i was reluctant to drive it (It was a pretty fun trail!) When Ted got back i half ass put my phone in the pack and drove off. (It was sub-conscious, and extremely coincidental) I remember that i had gotten stuck and couldnt get out, so i yelled to Ted and we eventually got to the fourwheeler to get it unstuck, then we went back and thats when i couldnt find my phone. I figured it had fallen into the water when i had gotten stuck because the pack i put it in was completely opened. Turns out it was in the foot guards on the bottom of the fourwheeler (I dont know the technical name, all i know is that its where you put your feet) It had a lot of mud and dirt and i couldnt type anything. I wasnt worried about it, im the only one in the family who has insurance on their phone. Haha. Since my phone was useless i felt best that Ted and I needed to get home, considering how if anything happened we would be screwed. We were screwed in fact. As we drove on the long trail home we discussed going to the "Big one". Its a puddle down a steep trail thats all water and is atleast 2-3 feet deep at sometimes. The reason I wanted to go there is because i could clean the mud of the fourwheeler and get soaked to annoy my parents (mostly my father). We went down the trail to the puddle and stopped when we got there. "Ill go first", i then drove as fast as i could through the puddle and got soaked. (God, that was so much fun...) I turned around went through it again and let Ted have his turn. "Here ill back it up for you, so you can get more speed" I said. "What gear should i use to go through it?" Ted asked. " Well, i use 4th and 5th gear cause it really doesnt matter, but since you cant get stuck in it just start in 3rd, go to 4th and if you have enough time go to 5th and max it" I told him. Ted then went through it, then i told him he could go through it again, but then wed go home. When Ted went through it the last time, the fourwheeler was steaming. "Wanna go through it one more time?" Ted asked. "Nah, we need to get home so i can pressure wash it." I told him. ( I loved that thing. It was my first fourwheeler and it was just a breeze to drive and rarely got stuck or had trouble going through things. If youre wondering what kind it was, it was an 07 Honda Fourtrax Recon, 250ccs of raw power) We got on, and drove...The following is from Ted's point of view, since i was unconscious and dont remember anything from when i got on the ATV and when i "got off".

I was driving like I normally do, in 2nd gear so J wouldnt freak out. As i drove up the trail 20 yards from the "Big one" I had heard a loud cracking sound, i thought to myself "That sounds exactly like a tree falling" I looked to my right, and there it was, around 3 feet away from my head. I quickly moved 6 inches away from the tree, then it hit my side and knocked me to my knees. I quickly got up and inspected my wounds, just a huge bruise/scrape on my right side and some scratches on my arm, I later found out my middle finger was broken. I then turned around to check on J, he was lying on the ground, eyes shut, blood pouring out of his mouth, i immediately thought the worst, and my mind began racing, i quickly grabbed his cell phone and tried to call his mom but the buttons were so mud covered it no longer worked. I then turned around and saw him sit up with a very dazed look and his limp arm hanging in the most contorted position it could be. I quickly ran to him and began reassuring him that everything would be alright, and also that i had to leave and get help. He started screaming "no dont leave, please please dont leave". I simply said i had to and then i left. While on the long walk back i could still hear J's blood curdling screams, but to this day i still dont know if it was just his screaming replaying in my head or him actually still screaming. I soon realized that my side was in the most intense pain i have ever felt, but i thought to myself i must push on, so i started to run and with each step the pain intensified. I reached the end of the woods soon after and ran to the first house i saw, i began banging on there door. When someone finally answered she was either too scared to help or just simply didnt know what to do, so she ran and got her husband. They then helped me walk to J's house his parents already walking down the street. When i reached aunt Cathie all i could think to say was it doesnt look good, his arm his clearly broken in several spots. I immediately saw the terror in her face...

Meanwhile, while Ted was going to get help, this is what i was doing.

I woke up...and I saw my arm, it was completely broken. I immediately let out a horrible, blood curdling scream of horror. I remember trying to get up and slightly bending over. I was most definately in shock, considering i only remember certain sounds and certain images in my head. As i started to walk (after i begged ted not to go, but he had to) i remember screaming, over, and over "Please!, Please god!, God have mercy!!" I remember at one point screaming this, "Please, Please, Please, Please, Please!!!!" Slightly fast, and the last one was longer. "God have mercy!" God....have mercy". At one point i came upon a part of the trail and a slammed down onto my back, i dont exactly know why, i just know that i was disoriented and couldnt continue, i was so confused and dazed. Soon after my father came upon me, along with my neighbor, Rachel's dad...his name is Kenny. Him and my dad walked me around 300 yards, i walked over 200 by myself. Which is a medical miracle. When we arrived up the road, all i remember is being drove through the trails, and then drove to the hospital in an ambulance.

Later that day i was admitted into the hospital for Thoracic compression fractures to my spine, multiple neck fractures, and 3 compound fractures in the right arm. I spent one whole week in the hospital.



This is the second time my life has been saved by Ted, without him i would of been dead at age 2. He had saved me from drowning in my Grandparents pool.


Alright, yeah i know, amateur writing. Yes, this is a true experience, it happened September 13th, 2009, my spine is fine, although im having surgery in a couple months. But that is off subject.


When realization came to me, I would always ask my father why this happened to me. He would always say, "Patience". He tells me that this happened to me because i needed to learn Patience.

But what for? Why do i need patience? Patience for the mind. I have just recently discovered, thanks to no-name, that the reason for this is because of the constant scatter of thoughts in my mind.

I have always had a problem with this. Ill explain, whenever im engaging in anything, as an individual, i experience this phenomena where my brain produces many thoughts that i cannot control. I have so many ideas running through my head that I want to write down and control. Theyre moving so fast in my mind that I there is no way I could possibly keep up and write them down/log them. If I can teach myself patience with this new realization, a new me will be born.

Please discuss what I am feeling, and why a tree would have to fall on me for this to be taught to me.

Thanks,

-Acid.

tl;dr


LOL, seriously, um...I think this would get more/better replies in the lounge. yeah, don't get offended, but as for a story, there are a -lot- of spelling mistakes and grammatical errors that need to be cleaned up (and very simple ones, like lowercase "I"s). plus, you are asking for feedback - not critique on the writing, but to discuss what happened, etc. also, no one reads long stuff in here, lol. I think they'd be more inclined to read it in the lounge. I would ask a mod to move this there...

OH, and, ftr - you should never post people's real names w/o their permission! I'd edit them ;;

I didnt really think about any of that, but i blame no-name cause he told me to post it here. Yeah, could a mod please move this to the lounge?

And about the grammatical errors etc, this wasnt some well thought out writing project, just something I jotted down in notepad a few weeks after it happened.

well, no-Name doesn't really know anything about -posting-, he just has an encyclopedic knowledge of every tedious little fact you could know about each individual poster and every prank/shenanigan ever pulled here.
anyway, as far as the errors...I know, all I was saying is, I think if you're going to post in AC it should be cleaned up first...but, I guess the spontaneity of it adds to the effect...in that case I'd include an intro.

sorry, I guess I'm being overcritical. but I still think you'd fair better in the lounge, overall.

Moved to lounge per OP request.

Thanks Akono.


Yeah, I was thinking about including an intro...Is it to late now?