Learning The Hard Way
LearningThe Hard Way
LearningThe Hard Way
Inlife, most of the lessons are learned the hard way. It is afternegative outcomes that we regret having done what we did and reallyhope that things would have occurred differently. Life, as vast as itis, seems at times unfair when one to go through tough times such aslosing a friend or mate. The situation is no better while one sitsdown to ponder only if they had adhered to regulations, and listenedto instructions from those who are experienced. This essayparticularly focuses on one such eventuality that still hits me hardto the present day.
Thebig day had finally arrived the day that my peers and I had plannedfor months. We were to hold a party at in one of the halls down thestreet and so it was. The Saturday evening was characterized witheager and anxiety. We all knew that none of our parents was to beinformed about our plans. However, I felt the need to alert myparents that I would be attending a party with friends. I was notbold enough to tell the whole truth since I had the feeling that theywould be against the idea, so I explained to them that it was to be ahouse party at a friend’s home and that his parents would bepresent. There were merely convinced but allowed me to go, all thesame. I had built a good reputation with them and they, therefore,had no course to doubt my intentions.
Atthe meeting time I was dressed up and headed for the hall with thefeeling that the night would be the best experience I would have hadin my life. Definitely it was to be there were enough drinks, themusic was loud enough and my friends were all happy and interactive –we were on top of the world. The group of approximately forty membersdrank themselves silly, danced, screamed and shouted. I looked aroundand always thought to myself that how if life would always be likethat. The flaring lights facilitated the illusion that theenvironment had been moved to the islands of Utopia and everyonelooked like the supposed angels of heaven. What else would a teenhave wanted than to have so much fun?Perhaps that is a question thatwe should now pause and think about.
Theclimax of the whole event was yet to come: the street race battle.There were a few friends that were lucky enough to have come withvehicles and motorbikes – probably from their parents, siblings, orother friends. My best friend, Ian, was one of them and was dying tobeat all the contestants and be crowned “The Hero on the Clutch.”The excitement was too much and made the five young drivers forgetthat they had had too much of alcohol or some other drug they wereunstoppable. However much I tried to stop Ian from participating, itwas fruitless. They were on the finishing line for the drag racebeing a Zebra-Crossing that was yards away. Little did anyone knowthat the race would not end – at least not safely. Two of myfriends had crashed on oncoming traffic one of them was not lucky tosurvive. Ian was among them but he survived without one of his legsand arms.
Everyminute that I spend with Ian reminds me of a joyful night that turnedtragic. Uncontrolled behavior led to Ian being permanently maimed. Ifonly we were to reverse the happenings before that night, we woulddefinitely do things differently. I personally would tell my parentsthe truth and listen to their advice however harsh it would be.