Contradicting Lessons

     So I've always been aware of the fact that I'm quite.... weird. I haven't always liked it and tried to deny the fact and fit in, but it never ended well. Sometimes the conclusion was being laughed at, or just feeling plain stupid, one time i actually received a broken fibula and tibia (the two bones that make up your calf). You are most likely thinking MaryJane, how in the world did you get yourself into that? And you are completely justified for asking that!
     So the story goes, back in 2008 my family and another one went camping in Clear Springs, Mississippi. Us kids went exploring in the woods and found this dried up creek type thing. Oh and i say creek because I'm awful at eyeing out measurements but it was not the normal size of a creek. The older kids started leaping over it and soon everyone was, except me. I was and still am not athletic. So naturally i did not want to.
     For you to properly understand what my family and friends did next (and later in the story), you first have to know that i was a complete brat. I was obnoxious and whiny i was always fake crying and just being thaaat awful little kid.
     So everyone around me was trying to get me to just jump over it they would say things like "Awww come on MJ you're just being a baby!" (Which was partially true) But nonetheless i did NOT want to jump over it. Later my friend came to me and convinced me that i should jump over it. So i backed up and started running i got to the edge and jumped! But only to not make it and land on a tree root. I immediately started screaming my lungs out and calling for MOOOMMMYYYY!
     Then my older brother graciously carried me up the steep hill to my beloved mother. Who I'm sure was very thrilled to take care of my sobbing self. She put me in our camper and gave me some pain killers since i was still crying after 20 minutes, which was extremely irregular considering i usually fake cried. I assume she just thought i maybe sprained it or something. Then my first all-nighter happened. I cried all night long trying to get comfortable. I still remember the pain and how awful it was. I'm sure all of my siblings hated me.
     Thankfully we were already planning on leaving the next day so as expected the ride home was dreadful. I couldn't sleep until my mother gave me a CD player (yes i had one of those, they were cool), with some baby lullabies in it. And surprisingly it worked like a charm, or maybe she put knock out drugs in my breakfast. But who cares i was finally asleep. As i said earlier i was such a great faker, so understandingly mom decided to wait to see if this would blow over in a couple days time. So altogether i didn't go to the doctor until three days after the accident.
     When we did go to the doctor all of my establishments vanquished. And if you're wondering yes i did embellish how much it hurt. It did hurt very badly but i actually have a pretty good pain tolerance i just really liked getting attention just like any other 10 year old. So when the doctor asked me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much it hurt, when he touched the point were it hurt the most (lower calf) i said 7. Which was actually pretty accurate. Therefore even he didn't think i broke it and just simply sprained it. But when he came back with the x-rays' result he was genuinely shocked. I broke my Tibia and my Fibula straight through. There was a clean line showing the break. Which would explain why when i tried to walk i had an extremely sharp pain in my leg.
    I had a cast up to my mid thigh for one month which came with two crutches (i learned to maneuver with them quite well. i could actually dance), and then a cast under my knee for one month which came with one crutch (i quickly ditched it though), and then a boot for one month. But I learned my lesson. I learned that you should not just go with the flow, but rather stand up for what you know. I knew that i could not jump it. But the pressure was too much. I HAD to do it. But even after all the pain i was in, i wouldn't redo it. I learned a valuable lesson that if i hadn't learned then, who knows what else i would have gotten myself into. I guess another lesson i learned is you never know what could happen so maybe we should take the risk. Now i just have to figure out when to act on which lesson.....