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Like many other young people I used to believe I could pull off any stunt; that I could do anything I had my mind set to do. I've always been the persuader in my group of friends; don't get me wrong, most of the time it was to make good decisions. However, the day before New Years those two personality traits put my friends and me in an awful situation on the ski slopes. It took my friends injury to change my ways and appreciate life as being fragile.
My friends Johnnie, Mike and me were vacationing in the mountains of North Carolina with Mike's family. We awoke and crawled very lazily out of bed that morning, because I stayed up reading Hitler's book, Mien Kamf. We all went upstairs to eat some breakfast. I was slightly irritated that it hadn't snowed since the day before. I shared my idea of snowboarding for our second time on our vacation, because the Beach Mountain ski lodge has machines to make snow on the slopes. My friends and I agreed, and we all went downstairs and quickly threw on our snow gear...