Waveboarding, even until now, is still a sport I love, so much. I taught myself how to waveboard, and that was when all the foolishness came in. And the flying off the waveboard, down the slope. But just three months after that accident that I will never forget, I'm back to it. My waveboard came loose and split into two just two weeks ago, but it's fixed now. I can't bear to give it up; it means the world to me.
I have had two accidents on it, where I injured myself. The first was when I first purchased it. I didn't even know how to waveboard at that time, and it was at the carpark rooftop. I just flew off and sprained my wrist, and I avoided it for six months. Then, I got back on and started to waveboard naturally. Then I was hao-lian and yes, that's when the lovely second mishap came in.
I've told only a few people how it really felt like, as I was going down that slope. The bad thing was that I could balance, and those 10 seconds of fear was the worst moments of my life. It isn't the normal fear. It was so urgent, and I thought I was going to die. I knew the pain would come anytime soon, and I was still contemplating whether or not to jump off and risk crashing into a tree or lamppost. Schade. I flew off.
I landed on my chin, with my hands scraping on the ground. I fractured my chin, of course. And there was a crunch. Not a crack, but that sickening crunch of my bones breaking. Then, blood. It gushed out on my black tee and white pants, like a whole lot. I lost 17 teeth parts, broke both jaw sockets and my chin. I needed 9 stitches and had countless abrasions. But these are just physical injuries. Somehow, I regret going out to waveboard that day, yet if I didn't fall down that day, I wouldn't have became the person I am.
Number one, I learnt not to eat hard food due to my fillings. Two, my pain tolerance got a hell lot higher. Third, I learnt not to take things for granted.
I may not have died that day, but believe me, I was so scared that I would die. I was scared I would just hit my head or something and not wake up the next day. Even after the accident, I was just scared of the pain. I didn't even look at the NPark I had my accident in. I just kept thinking about the pain. One day, I just told myself to forget about everything, and that same day, I took out my waveboard and I started to waveboard once more. The accident's behind me.
That scar on my chin is more than just a memory of the accident. That scar was why I entered canoeing, which made me who I am. The scar taught me that I kind of cheated death. That scar was a lucky one. The scar made me be brave, made me fight, and despite the fact that I was injured (I still am and will always be), I still went back to the same sport. Because there was nothing to make me not "return" to it.
This beautiful scar is what made me want to be a hospice worker. While the families tear their hair out knowing that their loved one is dying, the fear that they feel is so different. Just like how the dying person feels. Scared of death, scared of what's going to happen next. I had that 10 seconds of fear, a different kind. I may not be able to feel the same way, and I never will unless I have first-hand experience. I will only try to ease the pain as best as I can, and that's all I can do.
People say the scar is a sign of my clumsiness (I didn't fly off straightaway, ya know, I could balance for a while) and of my stupidity. I've long gotten over it. It doesn't matter what they say, I just want to be myself, be who I am, and make a difference.
I want to be brave even when I'm scared. I want to fight with them even if they are dying. I want to be happy even when everyone procrastinates. So many people say, "I'm just a normal person." I think differently, I'm not ashamed of it. I don't want to be normal anyway.
And it's more than just a scar. It's part of me.
I landed on my chin, with my hands scraping on the ground. I fractured my chin, of course. And there was a crunch. Not a crack, but that sickening crunch of my bones breaking. Then, blood. It gushed out on my black tee and white pants, like a whole lot. I lost 17 teeth parts, broke both jaw sockets and my chin. I needed 9 stitches and had countless abrasions. But these are just physical injuries. Somehow, I regret going out to waveboard that day, yet if I didn't fall down that day, I wouldn't have became the person I am.
Number one, I learnt not to eat hard food due to my fillings. Two, my pain tolerance got a hell lot higher. Third, I learnt not to take things for granted.
I may not have died that day, but believe me, I was so scared that I would die. I was scared I would just hit my head or something and not wake up the next day. Even after the accident, I was just scared of the pain. I didn't even look at the NPark I had my accident in. I just kept thinking about the pain. One day, I just told myself to forget about everything, and that same day, I took out my waveboard and I started to waveboard once more. The accident's behind me.
That scar on my chin is more than just a memory of the accident. That scar was why I entered canoeing, which made me who I am. The scar taught me that I kind of cheated death. That scar was a lucky one. The scar made me be brave, made me fight, and despite the fact that I was injured (I still am and will always be), I still went back to the same sport. Because there was nothing to make me not "return" to it.
This beautiful scar is what made me want to be a hospice worker. While the families tear their hair out knowing that their loved one is dying, the fear that they feel is so different. Just like how the dying person feels. Scared of death, scared of what's going to happen next. I had that 10 seconds of fear, a different kind. I may not be able to feel the same way, and I never will unless I have first-hand experience. I will only try to ease the pain as best as I can, and that's all I can do.
People say the scar is a sign of my clumsiness (I didn't fly off straightaway, ya know, I could balance for a while) and of my stupidity. I've long gotten over it. It doesn't matter what they say, I just want to be myself, be who I am, and make a difference.
I want to be brave even when I'm scared. I want to fight with them even if they are dying. I want to be happy even when everyone procrastinates. So many people say, "I'm just a normal person." I think differently, I'm not ashamed of it. I don't want to be normal anyway.
And it's more than just a scar. It's part of me.
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