It wasn't the worst thing in the world but it felt like it at the time. I wanted a scooter and wasn't getting one, so with a couple of friends and some scrap crates I made one. It was junk but it was my junk. I was on an adjacent street when my parents came by in the family car and told me to leave it there and get in the car. I think we were going somewhere as a family, but I wasn't having it and so they drove away and I brought my scooter home and tried to bring it in, but the doors were looked. I was crying and banging on the door. No one answered and I continued banging until I put my hand through the glass.
I suspect my family just drove around the block and when I wasn't where they last saw me they did come home and found their first born, me, with a bloody hand. We did all get in the car then, and at the hospital I got stitches I have till this day. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. I was a kid but my parents, good people both, were harmed more than I was and carried a bigger scar than mine for the rest of their lives.
In life people make judgments, sometimes good ones, sometimes not so good but often the intent is honorable even when the result may not be. As we learn and grow, we can move forward but if we decide there is value in adversity. I hope I have learned both personally and professionally that when sh_t happens the best, and for me the only, thing to do is remember and move forward.
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