Gravity Is Real
Think of an all-star athlete. It could be anyone like Michael Jordan, Serena Williams, or Clay Matthews. They are all a decent height and very fit. Now imagine me, an average height girl with a decently fit body. A random person in a grocery store would think I am athletic, right before they see me slip on the smooth tile floor. I could knock down all competition in a clumsy contest, literally. I am 5’6 and broke my arm trying to jump over a 2’ tall traffic hurdle.
At the end of October I took my volunteer group, Agents of Change, to the Reggie’s Sleepout. We spent all week raising money for Iowa’s homeless youth and planning how we would build our cardboard house. Once we got there, it didn't go as planned. I had taken the …show more content…
I went to Zombie Burger and ate the greasiest and most cheese filled burger. I felt pure bliss as we walked back to our camp. It was the same way I imagine daredevils feel before they jump out of an airplane, invincible. My friends started running around and pretending to jump over things. I just watched and cheered them on as they joked around. By the time we reached our camp, I felt the adrenaline and decided to get wild. I eyed the traffic hurdle and ran. My body warmed up but the air was still cool against my face. My surroundings blurred as I rushed to the hurdle. With everything I had in me, I jumped like a professional basketball player. Before I knew it, I was on the ground waiting for someone to explain to me what went wrong. I wanted someone to tell me that a miniature tornado got in the way or the hurdle suddenly grew three more feet. Instead, my friends helped me up while laughing hysterically. My boot just slightly hit the top of the hurdle. I probably would’ve been ashamed but even I have to laugh at myself sometimes. I thought I was fine at first but 3 hours later I found out that I broke my elbow. Thanks gravity for always being there.
Think of an all-star athlete. It could be anyone like Michael Jordan, Serena Williams, or Clay Matthews. They are all a decent height and very fit. Now imagine me, an average height girl with a decently fit body. A random person in a grocery store would think I am athletic, right before they see me slip on the smooth tile floor. I could knock down all competition in a clumsy contest, literally. I am 5’6 and broke my arm trying to jump over a 2’ tall traffic hurdle.
At the end of October I took my volunteer group, Agents of Change, to the Reggie’s Sleepout. We spent all week raising money for Iowa’s homeless youth and planning how we would build our cardboard house. Once we got there, it didn't go as planned. I had taken the …show more content…
I went to Zombie Burger and ate the greasiest and most cheese filled burger. I felt pure bliss as we walked back to our camp. It was the same way I imagine daredevils feel before they jump out of an airplane, invincible. My friends started running around and pretending to jump over things. I just watched and cheered them on as they joked around. By the time we reached our camp, I felt the adrenaline and decided to get wild. I eyed the traffic hurdle and ran. My body warmed up but the air was still cool against my face. My surroundings blurred as I rushed to the hurdle. With everything I had in me, I jumped like a professional basketball player. Before I knew it, I was on the ground waiting for someone to explain to me what went wrong. I wanted someone to tell me that a miniature tornado got in the way or the hurdle suddenly grew three more feet. Instead, my friends helped me up while laughing hysterically. My boot just slightly hit the top of the hurdle. I probably would’ve been ashamed but even I have to laugh at myself sometimes. I thought I was fine at first but 3 hours later I found out that I broke my elbow. Thanks gravity for always being there.