My Favorite Mistake In Life

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

My favorite mistake was having curiosity, the curiosity to experience something for the first time. Curiosity is a beautiful thing that can do great things or do things that can change your life. I have done a lot of mistakes that were caused by my urge to see what would happen if… or I wonder…. This particular mistake was just one that you can never really forget ,but if you did something would remind you. My mistake was having the curiosity of riding a roller coaster.

I found “The Worst Mistake in the History of the Human Race” by Jared Diamond to be quite thought evoking. This article explains the “what ifs” of humans keeping the hunter-gatherer lifestyle to this day, and why Diamond believes that to have been the better option. While he goes on to make convincing arguments towards keeping the hunter-gatherer lifestyle, I commend him for also taking a professional approach in mentioning reasons why people would prefer the agricultural lifestyle we have today due to reasons such as “having to do less work, having more time for leisure and art, etc.”. David has set up a solid basis for arguing, which I believe to be quite beneficial in being able to see as many point of views as possible.

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

I went into the hospital room with my mother, got undressed, and changed into a hospital gown. A woman came into the room to put an IV into my arm, then I turned on the Food Network on the hospital TV. A few doctors came into the room, asking for my name, birthdate, and other questions for identification purposes. Later, my two aunts came into the room. A few minutes later, my surgeon walked in as well to tell me that she’d come back in about twenty minutes to wheel me away to the operating table. This made it even more surreal and made me even more anxious.

It all started the day when my dad bought me a knife for my birthday. Well I ended up in the ER, here’s how. So we were on the way back to my mom’s house and all my siblings were playing tag, but I didn’t really want to play because I wanted to use my new knife. Then I got dragged into playing we were outside for a good two hours, but when we finally finished my step dad let me go to the back yard and cut a stick. So I was having fun for a good 5 minutes, but all of the sudden the knife slid back and cut open my hand, I knew immediately I was going to the doctor because you could see the bone and fat hanging out of my finger. So I called my mom and told her I cut my finger all she said was

The nurse asked me what happened and I responded back, I cut my thumb with a razor blade.

I don't remember this event because I was little. The whole basis of this memory is dependent on stories which I were told by my mom and grandmother. The earliest memory which I actually remember in detail was chopping the tip of my right index finger when I was five years old. I was helping my brothers work on our go-kart when I dropped my end. When I dropped my end it sliced the tip of my index finger off because it got caught between the go-kart and the board underneath. I remember how the doctor said he was going to give me two shots in my hand, but I saw the doctor sneak in that third shot. Also I remember the healing process of chopping the tip of my finger off. My dad and I spent many hours in the bathroom soaking and unwrapping the bandages on my finger. I had to do different phonemic skills such as “A stands for Apple, B stands for Banana” and so on. This memory may have been aided from different interpretations of the event, but due to all the details I recall I believe that this was the most original memory I

The time I had an accident,I remember this, as I can still see the mark of the Stiches I had to take. I was around two year old, was at home my mother was busy with the household chores, It so happened that I was Playing on the bed, and there was a Sharp Wooden Structure, I bent forward to lift something, not noticing the sharp wooden object, and it cut my forehead, there was a lot of bleeding as the cut was very deep. My mother rushed me to a local doctor, But he was helpless as I was loosing a lot of blood, so he asked he to take me to a near by hospital.I was almost unconscious when I reached the hospital. The doctor Stiches up the wound the bleeding stopped and I regained Consciousness after a couple of hours. The stiches still remain,

I remember when I was 16, my dad hired a landscaper to cut the grass around our house. That worker got injured while he was mowing the lawn. The lawnmower got stuck in the grass and while he was trying to get it out it wounded his leg. The wound was bleeding badly so I immediately ran back to the house and brought some sterile gauze and a bandage. First, I covered the wound with the sterile gauze then I applied high pressure directly on it. I kept pressuring steadily until the bleeding stopped, then I wrapped the bandage around the wound tightly. I wanted to take him to the hospital to make sure that everything is alright but he refused to go and wanted to complete the task. Ten minutes later, he felt dizzy and nausea so I decided to seek medical

Except this time it felt colder and had a different atmosphere. You could hear the roaring of machines but at the same time there was an ominous silence to it. I sat alone with my thoughts until they were broken by the sound of my name. They helped me inside and looked at my foot once more. Instantly they decided that I would need stitches. That was what I figured from the very beginning, but still dreaded the idea. Right before they began the stitches they looked once more and realized the cut wasn't deep enough for something as drastic as stitches. They simply decided to use skin glue instead. They glued the skin back together with much less pain and effort that stitches could have caused. I walked out with my cautiously trying not to break the glue because I never wanted to walk back into that place ever

My favorite mistake was when I fractured my back while doing gymnastics. For a while(3 months) I didn’t tell anyone. I thought I was fine but the doctors said otherwise. That was the worst year of my life(well. . . so far).

Then I hit my chin on the curb and got up thinking I was fine for a second the blood rushed down my shirt and to the ground. When I saw the blood i felt the pain. We had just got a new house and now I have stained the carpet with my blood. My mom has at the store so we had to call her. After she got back I was rushed to the emergency room. The good thing was it was empty so we didn't have to wait. They also let me choose what I wanted to watch on the tv they had Netflix and Hulu. Which helped me calm down and stay calm.

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.

Never did I think a horrible mistake would positively impact my life this much. During my short 17 years of life, I have overcome many obstacles that have now shaped me to who I am today. One of the first obstacles life ever threw my way was the changing of schools multiple times. I transferred schools three times in my life, which made keeping friends rather difficult. I first transferred to a new school when I was going into the 5th grade. I found this challenging because I was at my former school from 18 months old till 10, so it was all I knew. I was scared to acquire new friends, which now I find was the silliest idea to be afraid of. Once I found my niche at this new school, I made a huge mistake in life that altered my path forever.