I remember countless times I ran straight into a thorn bush, letting expletives flow through me like x-lax in an old person. I would recover quickly from most-just a bloody nose or a bruised knee- but others were much worse.
On one particular occasion, I remember hitting a fallen tree with my orange plastic sled and being catapulted into the air like a ragdoll.
As I sailed through the air, I remember the feeling of knowing i'm going to die. This was very calming, for some reason, and I tried to will myself to panic. I imagined hundreds- no, thousands of on lookers watching in horror as a future president/astronaut/firefighter/policeman/army guy flew through the air to his death. I thought of all the things I never got to do.
By then, I started to fall back to the earth. I felt myself start cry, knowing these were my last few seconds alive. I thought to myself, Goodbye, awesome world.
Then I hit the ground.
I thought that heaven was cold and tasted a lot like dirt. All of the sudden, I heard the distant voice of my friend saying, "Jake? Get up. You look stupid."
That day, I had come to closest to what I thought would be death. In 15 minutes, I was sledding again.
Good night, and to all a good flossing.
No comments:
Post a Comment