Taylor
Moment of Decision Narrative It was a typical day: sunny morning, dew on the grass; a good summer day. It started out fine: take the dog out, my mom leaving for work, to leave later to go shopping with my sister. I was going to be alone at home today, it seemed. I was home alone most of the day, and played with my dog a lot-he’s quite energetic. While he slept, I’d mess around on my phone or my computer playing video games, or watching YouTube. He’d awaken and the process would repeat itself. My mom came home and said she was going to leave with my sister. “Ok, have fun shopping,” I said. She said back, “Have fun.” After they had left and the dog didn’t care they were gone anymore, he went back to sleep-he’s also lazy. Around 5:30 …show more content…
The meeting began normally; there was nothing special about the meeting yet. We did our opening to the meeting, and got to work. I don’t exactly remember what we did at the beginning of the meeting, but I remember the middle of it. One of the leaders instructed me -I was in charge at the time- to get some bricks out of the corner of one of our storage rooms for something -I can’t remember what. Another decision -I easily could have told someone else to get the bricks out of the corner, but I felt like doing it. That changed …show more content…
The landscaping bricks were stacked on top of the cinderblocks; the first four of the landscaping bricks went fine. When I reached for the next two-they were stacked in a corner, and hard to access-it took me a few more seconds to get those bricks to a place I could extract them from the corner. While lifting them, I decided to lift my hands early; big mistake. Dang, hit my hand on the shelf, I had thought. “Dude, I think you’re bleeding,” Connor had said. “Oh,” I said. I know. Master of words. I started dripping blood on the floor. I hadn’t known I had even gotten cut on the metal bracket beneath the shelf-it felt only like I had hit my hand on the flat bottom of the shelf-, nothing like a searing pain, and me being a baby. I went into the bathroom to wash the blood off and, to my horror, I had actually gotten a cut that ran along the length of my thumb. Thankfully we had an adult there who knew quite a bit about first-aid. I could have done it to myself of course, but he was more efficient at it. While I was waiting for my uncle to arrive, I got more and more light headed from blood loss. My fingers, toes, half of my forearms, even my tongue and nose got “pins and needles”. It felt like I had just given
Moment of Decision Narrative It was a typical day: sunny morning, dew on the grass; a good summer day. It started out fine: take the dog out, my mom leaving for work, to leave later to go shopping with my sister. I was going to be alone at home today, it seemed. I was home alone most of the day, and played with my dog a lot-he’s quite energetic. While he slept, I’d mess around on my phone or my computer playing video games, or watching YouTube. He’d awaken and the process would repeat itself. My mom came home and said she was going to leave with my sister. “Ok, have fun shopping,” I said. She said back, “Have fun.” After they had left and the dog didn’t care they were gone anymore, he went back to sleep-he’s also lazy. Around 5:30 …show more content…
The meeting began normally; there was nothing special about the meeting yet. We did our opening to the meeting, and got to work. I don’t exactly remember what we did at the beginning of the meeting, but I remember the middle of it. One of the leaders instructed me -I was in charge at the time- to get some bricks out of the corner of one of our storage rooms for something -I can’t remember what. Another decision -I easily could have told someone else to get the bricks out of the corner, but I felt like doing it. That changed …show more content…
The landscaping bricks were stacked on top of the cinderblocks; the first four of the landscaping bricks went fine. When I reached for the next two-they were stacked in a corner, and hard to access-it took me a few more seconds to get those bricks to a place I could extract them from the corner. While lifting them, I decided to lift my hands early; big mistake. Dang, hit my hand on the shelf, I had thought. “Dude, I think you’re bleeding,” Connor had said. “Oh,” I said. I know. Master of words. I started dripping blood on the floor. I hadn’t known I had even gotten cut on the metal bracket beneath the shelf-it felt only like I had hit my hand on the flat bottom of the shelf-, nothing like a searing pain, and me being a baby. I went into the bathroom to wash the blood off and, to my horror, I had actually gotten a cut that ran along the length of my thumb. Thankfully we had an adult there who knew quite a bit about first-aid. I could have done it to myself of course, but he was more efficient at it. While I was waiting for my uncle to arrive, I got more and more light headed from blood loss. My fingers, toes, half of my forearms, even my tongue and nose got “pins and needles”. It felt like I had just given