A champion is someone ho gets up,
een when he can’t
I remember that day fourth months ago perfectly. That cold overcast tuesday on April 29th seven thirty in the morning. I was on my way to class for the day just like any other day. I was running a bit late but I didn’t care. I was behind a blue truck, looking at my gas tank three-fourths fuel knowing I would be okay for the week before I needed to fill up. I heard an odd noise to left of me while I was in the middle lane of the three. The tires that squealed next to me showed me the woman driver perpendicular to my big ole mom van and her face in terror, screaming. I looked at my wheel and tried to speed past her knowing I would be hit and knowing once she hit me I’d need to keep control my vehicle. I could not avoid her unexpected impact and in milliseconds lost all control of my van. That’s the scary thing losing all control and trying to keep yourself alive. I veered into the cement wall on the left once hitting the front of my van and a second time in the back. I could feel the hits and sense I was facing the wrong direction, but I don’t remember seeing much except the steering wheel. After those two impacts I finally saw a place to stop, by the guard rail. But I was initially going 70mph and slowing down was not as gentle as I would have liked but it did me Justice when I finally stopped rather abruptly in the guard rail after passing through three lanes of traffic. The smoke from the hood was not a comforting feeling at all. I knew if there was a fire I wanted to make it out alive. I left all my belongings in the car knowing they meant nothing to me in those moments. I threw the driver door open and almost fell out. My body was in too much to let me act normal. I took deep breathes and felt a slight pain in my left knee but thought nothing of it. I was at least 20yds away from where I was initially hit and found the woman who hit me had also hit another woman and took her into the guard rail as well. Confusion was everywhere. But I remained calm. Like in the movie where the main character is in slow motion while the world keeps going. That was me. The cop was there, the ambulance, and I called my mother, calm. She rushed as much as she could. I wanted her to know I was safe I was okay. But I needed her, I wanted to see my whole family.
Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
1. If he doesn’t answer, don’t keep sending texts. If he wanted to talk to you, he would’ve responded.
2. People will make time for you when they care about you. If he says he’s too busy or constantly cancels his plans, he doesn’t care. People fight for you when they care.
3. Don’t let him touch you on the first date. If he tries, he’s not there for the same reasons you are.
4. You can tell a lot about a person by their favorite book.
5. If he can stomach more than ten straight shots without feeling a thing, he drinks too much.
6. Ask the uncomfortable things. When was the last time he was so high he couldn’t speak? What does he regret the most? Does he drink to remember or to forget?
7. Don’t send pictures unless you want to. If he has to talk you into it, don’t do it. If you hesitate, don’t do it. If you do take a picture, don’t include your face. Keep yourself safe.
8. If you can’t laugh when you’re having sex with him, maybe you aren’t sleeping with the right person. Sex isn’t about tricks and tips and routines.
9. If he hurts you, cut him out. He’s gone, he isn’t coming back, and you don’t need to prolong the pain.
10. Don’t be afraid to open up again. I promise not everyone will love you with a knife behind their back.
But that’s the thing, you don’t know, you don’t.
But yet you assume this about me without getting the complete story, without even speaking to me. You had no problem assuming the worst about me when I have you no reasons to. You didn’t hesitate for a second when you dropped the match to burn this bridge between us down. I thought we were friends. I thought I meant more to you than that. Boy, was I fucking wrong.