Lesson

When I think of life's lessons, one thing definitely comes to mind for me. It was in 6th grade at the Fall Festival at St. Phils. I was arguing with one of the guys in my class, Jake Williams. He was getting really annoying, and finally I just whacked him with my purse. Everyone thought it was really funny, so for the rest of the day, I just swung my purse at him when he said something annoying. This continued on to the next day, and it started to just become entertainment. Around the middle of the day, Jesse Mahrt told me to go hit Jake with my purse. I ran towards Jake, who was on a bike, and he rode just fast enough to avoid getting hit by my swinging purse. I went flying, and I landed on the cement in front of the church, with my arm crushed under me. I found out later that day that I had broken my wrist in two places, through the growth plate. I learned that day never to swing my purse at a guy on a bike, or it will come back to haunt me.

Note: I commented on Kelly Rice's blog.