My Crazy Summer Curse Part #2

Well I thought that I'd continue on with the happenings behind my my Summer Curse, but before I get to that, I just realized how bad my manners have gotten.  I never said happy New Year.  Eh, kind of pointless now, huh?  Anyway, onto the latest happening of my lovely Summer Curse.

It was on the last day of the school year in 2010, and I wouldn't be seeing my friend for a while.  After walking with her to her train station, I'd retraced my steps back to my station.  Beginning down the stairs and staying next to the hand rail, which had become a habit do to my many accidents, I conveniently slipped on some garbage that a fellow citizen felt too lazy to carry to its proper disposal area.  Had I not been near the hand rail and been able to grab hold of it, I might have been in some serious trouble.  It's a good thing that I wasn't.  When I fell, I cried out in pain slightly and let out some tears, but that was it.  I felt that I was okay.  Until I tried to get up and start walking.

Many people saw me fall and injure myself.  Everyone kept on walking and did not even bother with a glance in my direction.  I sat there in shock, attempting to compose myself and barely comprehending somewhere in the back of my mind that I should call my mother or somebody for help.  Then, a man ran down next to me and asked me if I was okay and even what happened.  I was so grateful for just that little bit of consideration.  Once I told him what the issue was he asked if I had anyone to call for help and if I needed a phone.  While I called, he left saying he would get some ice, I thought maybe a small amount, but he returned with two full bags of ice for my foot.

Afterwards, he helped me up the stairs when he learned that no one would be able to pick me up.  And when I asked if he could help me get into a taxi so I could get home, he did so even going so far as to pay for the entire fare for me.  At first I was hesitant when taking assistance from this strange man, but he was very kind, telling me of his girlfriend and how she had injured her leg as well the month before.  I'm quite sure that I may have made that kind man late to wherever it was that he was going, and for that I am very sorry.  But, what I do regret even more is that I will never be able to properly say thank you to that kind Samaritan.

My Crazy Summer Curse- part #1

Towards the end of my final year in middle school, I picked up a curse somewhere.  That was the year 2007, and for nearly four years I was the sorry victim of what I've decidedly dubbed the My Summer Curse.  The main features of this curse were that towards the beginning of summer, or the end of the current school year, I would suddenly somehow injure one of my legs.  It could be a sprain, fracture, or simply me over extending the joint in a particular direction.  No matter, something would always occur and ruin the beginning of my summer, and sometimes even its entirety.  The curse didn't end there though, just when I'd come rather close to being just about completely healed, near the end of the summer I would in some manner injure myself again.

One of my most vivid memories of My Summer Curse is that of the end of my final year in middle school.  My class was on the last day of a 3-day trip to Washington D.C., and as we were all waiting to depart that very morning, it so happened that there was a decently sized pot-hole in the most inconvenient place behind our coach bus.  Two chaperons that had already stepped in it had failed to mention its existence before I so conveniently stepped into it and twisted my left ankle.  Since we weren't in NY, an emergency room wasn't an option apparently, and since the coach bus driver wasn't being paid to sit around and watch an 8th grader while the rest of the grade wandered around D.C. taking in the sights, I had to walk on the thing for at least another 3 hours.

By the time we returned to NY and I got home, once I'd taken off my sneaker, I was able to take in quite the sight.  My ankle had swollen up to the size of a grapefruit.  No joke.  After we got my ankle checked out, we learned that I twisted my ankle to the point that I fractured a bone in my leg.  And me walking on it for a good few hours did not help the matter at all.  When I returned to school after the incident, my classmates couldn't comprehend how it could be so bad.  Some were in disbelief due to the fact that I had been walking a great deal after the fact on the trip.  I just smiled at them and told them that they should be happy it wasn't them.