Dooms Day

You would think that an guardian angel would be over a boy at the age of 13, at all times. Well this particular day was one of those exceptions. As school let out there was a roar amongst my friends as to, who would be the first to knock down the dirt cliff with rocks. Well lets just say at this age your aren't the sharpest tool in the shed. As the boys and I were throwing rocks at this cliff that was just in front of us, I thought to myself, "if i can just stand off to the side, then when the cliff were to break, I would be able to get out of harms way."

Well, the part off the cliff that was about to burst and fall upon us was actually a whole lot bigger than I had realized. As I bent down to choose a light weight rock, I suddenly found myself encompassed in dirt up to my neck. As I squirmed to wiggle myself free, I found it too overpowering, I was stuck. As help arrived I was quickly rushed to the ER room in the hospital. Finding myself alone with the doctor, he kindly said to me, "Brandon, it looks like your femur has been broken in seven places." What would a thirteen year old say to that? Cool? Huh? After the surgery and six months of excruciating pain, the pain had vanished. My small decision to throw rocks at a cliff, would have to rate right up there with things not to do.