Snowdaze

With the recent weather here in North Carolina, it makes me think back to my childhood and my sledding accident. 

I was seven years old and we had a huge snowstorm. Of course school was cancelled for the day, so my sister and I took the opportunity to go sledding in the back yard. Everything was going great and then I took a run on the flying saucer. The thing with the saucer is that you have no control over it and it likes to spin around a lot. 

So I take off, racing down the hill spinning around and around. I hear my dad yelling “BAIL! BAIL!” But had no idea what that meant. All of a sudden, everything goes black.  I vaguely remember my dad carrying me inside, and my aunt pulling at my face with some tweezers, but I do not remember the accident at all.  Apparently I had hit the base of a tree at full speed.  My dad ran down to where my body was laying, unconscious, and my face was covered in blood.  He picked me up and ran me inside to where my aunt was.  Luckily she was a nurse and was able to get the debris from the tree out of my face.  My parents then took me to a plastic surgeon to have them stitch my face up.  My aunt made it clear to not let an emergency room doctor sew my face up.  She said the scars would be terrible.  I still have a scar, but it’s not something that bothers me.  My mom always asks me if I want to get it removed, but I like it.  It gives me a story to tell people, it makes me different. 

Fun Video Friday

Use this as a little afternoon laugh to push you through to the weekend!

Fam(ily)

Unfortunately my family is unable to make it to family weekend this coming weekend.  My younger sister is taking the ACT and my older sister just moved to Indianapolis, so they’ve got their hands full.  As much as I wish they were here, I’m kinda glad that they aren’t.  Theres not much to do in the High Point area so we usually always end up sitting in the hotel staring at one another.  Quick flashback to family weekend during the fall of my freshman year:

I hated High Point University.  I was miserable.  I hadn’t made the friendships that I was hoping to make during college and I wanted nothing more than to go home.  My whole family came down, Mom, Dad, and both of my sisters (one older and one younger).  We had had a great weekend and it was the night before they left.  Everyone had gone to sleep and as I laid there I started to worry if HPU was the right place for me.  As I sat there and thought about it more and more, I became more distraught.  **DISCLAIMER: I am not an emotional person.  I don’t cry, and I don’t let people in.**  I broke down.  I went to my Mom’s room and begged her to take me home with them.  She reassured me that everything would be okay and that I was just having a tough time transitioning.  She was able to calm me down until the next day when they loaded the car up and were ready to leave.  I broke down again, not wanting them to leave me here.  This time, my Dad is the one that calmed me down, not with his words, but with a few twenties.  As they say, cash rules everything around me.

I can’t thank my parents enough for the constant support and love they have given me throughout my whole life, but more importantly, my college career.  They have kept me sane through all the tests, friendships, and hardships.  I am forever grateful for that first family weekend when my Mom told me that things would be okay.  Now things are more than “okay”, they are great.  The experiences that I’ve had, and the friendships that I’ve made are way more valuable than those twenties my Dad gave me a few years ago.

So here’s to you family weekend, and here’s to you Mom and Dad.  Enjoy a cold one for me.