Growing Up

Well to start my “growing Pain” story wasn’t really a pain sort of thing it is me just being an awkward 7^th grader. If I remember correctly this instance happened near the beginning of seventh grade maybe the second quarter or so. In Mrs. Black’s class we had a video project that we were asked to so my group finished our video no problem. Then Chelsea and Lauren need some help with theirs so Trey and I decided to help them out, during the lunch period. All they needed was for us to film them for their video which was supposed to be like a newscast. After like 20 minutes of them messing up and stuff, they finally had a perfect shot, I happened to be eating some grapes that were quite large. As they were finishing the perfect take, I start to choke and such. Chelsea, Trey and Lauren began to burst out in laughter when I said kinda loudly “I’m choking on a grape!!!” I somehow stopped choking and died of laughing. What I think is pretty funny is they never got to finish that part of their project because of the “demon grape”. The best thing is that we still sometimes talk about the time that the grape tried to kill me. So ya I was kinda awkward when I was younger but it all turned out great.

Begining with the End

There I was alone and scared standing on the side of neighborhood road with a man I didn’t know. We were standing in front of a dark house that was under construction. I was crying and feared for my life, the man calmed me down and said it was going to be okay. He was right I saw a familar black Mercedes  speeding toward us and it just stopped in front of us. My dad burst through the door and picked me and held me and said that he loved me. He then told me to go in the car and wait for him. The man that I was with saved my life and my dad was overwhelmed and grateful. The man then explained that he works at the house, he was a builder. He was on his way home when he heard me, running the through the house. I was running straight towards an unfinished pool that was 12 feet deep and had nails and other supplies at the bottom. I was running straight toward it and the man came running and stopped me just a few inches before I fell in. My dad was overwhelm and gave the man his thanks and gave him a gift “money” for saving his only son. This is what happened for it to get to this point. My mom, sister and I were driving home from McDonalds and my mom stopped at an unfinished house to look at it, because we needed a house. So she walked in and looked around. I then told my sister lynley to stay in the car because I was going to scare mommy she nodded and I was off to scare my mom. Somehow we went by each other and she went back to the car and drove home unknowing that I was in the house. The reason she didn’t check that I was in the car is I was sleeping before so she assumed that I was still sleeping. I wondered around the house looking for her. I then began to panic and run through the house yelling “Mommy! Mommy! Where are you?” I then started to run to the back yard and I didn’t see the pool, I was then grabbed and I was on the ground. There was a man who was standing there panting ( he literally sprinted to save me). Unknowing to me this man saved my life. I freaked even more and I asked if he saw my mom he said “no son but she will be back, let’s go sit by the road and wait for her. This experience is the closest that I have ever come to death, and if wasn’t for that man I would not be sharing this story with you all. I never learned the man name but I am extremely grateful.

Area of Expertise

My area of expertise is washing my car. To me I take pride in washing my car. When I am washing my car I make sure not to miss anything at all because if I do it will annoy the crap out of me and it just isn’t professional. There are several steps in washing a car perfectly; it takes me about 2 hours to clean it perfectly. I learned how to wash my car perfectly from my father. In a way it is like the passing of the torch. My dad is crazy good at washing cars, it’s kinda scary. It takes me two hours to wash my car; it takes him two hours to wash four cars (not even kidding). There was one time where I just got back from lax practice and my dad was relaxing watching TV. So I go upstairs I take a shower and watch TV for like ten minutes. Then I hear him calling me to meet him in the garage. I make my way down stairs and into the garage to see my car squeaky clean and just like 25 minutes ago it was covered with pollen and dirt. I asked him if he waxed the car as well he just stared at me and said “do I ever not wax” I was completely amazed at this feat. I want to be able to wash a car as fast as my dad. What I learned from my dad is a specific order in which to wash. This order is tires, spray the car down, hand wash the car, rinse, tires again, dry with a blower, and then hand wax the car. Believe it or not this is extremely tiring and exhausting. Washing a car is fine talent and it is very practical because a clean car is happy car! In all reality for me washing my car is one of the best stress reliever that I have. It is also a really good time for some serious thinking. When I wash my car I think about what my like is like and how I can make it better. And other time I just zone out and just wash. My expertise is washing cars and I'm proud of it, I love doing it.

Stranger in a Strange Land

Stranger in a Strange Land.

I remember there was one time were i felt really out of place and I just felt odd. It was last summer I was on the Costa Rica trip with Ty,Austin, Danny, Michael, and my self. We were in a small town on the coast. this town was filled with natives and very few tourists. However it seemed like the town was expecting tourist due to the surplus of little shops and street vendors. We made our way through the town and to my surprise everyone was extremely nice to us, they waved and seemed just very happy. we walked by a group of older men. they were playing dominoes and smoking cigars. we watched them play for a minute and were immediately invited to play a match with them. we told them that we couldn't and made our way. The real reason that we didn't want to play is because they were wagering money, plus we would get creamed.

 we visited several shops and in each the owners were extremely kind and we basically had a short conversation with every shop owner. the best thing is when we bought something you could see how happy they were because they now have money to feed there families. we grew hungry so went to the local market, we bought some Costa Rican ice cream...which was amazing! we decided to sit on the curb and enjoy the local ice cream. Then out of no where we see these two ladies walking really close to each other (like uncomfortable close) we watched them. Out of no where they were screaming at each other and cursing in Spanish. one then grabbed the others long hair and slammed it into a car door. within the second a lot of people circled up and watched them fight, cell phones out filming the whole scene. they then tackled each other under a delivery truck and they were just beating each other. After what seemed like two minutes the police showed up. I noticed that the cops had to carry there own personal guns(i notice things like that, the cop on the left was caring what looked like an old colt six shooter, and the cop on the right had what looked like a normal glock nothing special) the cops dragged the women out from under the truck and cuffed then and then walked then away.

Instantly everyone went back to their normal lives. we visited a store and they seemed like nothing happened. What i took from that experience is that no matter where you are there are still people who have hate in them and people who are kind at heart.