To be young is to fear not consequences nor death, as the saying goes. I ask the reader to take a moment and contemplate their youth. I can only speak for myself, though many would agree, at a young age the consequences of our actions are not fully thought out before one acts. As for advice, in through one ear and out the other. Arrogance, I would call it, is the downfall for many teens not willing to accept the limitations of reality. I was once one of those teens.
Back when I was 18, I used to live with a roommate in a cold suburb within Minnesota. The neighborhood was pretty good. There were no annoying neighbors or barking dogs, but the shopping centers and fast food restaurants were a fairly good distance from my house. It was towards the end of January, Winter was in full swing, and the weather was below 0 degrees; it often felt as though it was -20 with such harsh wind. As you can imagine, there was a lot of snow on top of the house's rooves, covering whole cars, blocking entire streets, everywhere.
It felt just like any other day, little did I know I would end up in the hospital with two fractured ribs.
It was about 2:30 P.M. when I was about ready to go get myself something to eat. Earlier I had an argument with my roommate, Jacob, about him eating all my food. He apologized, and said he had eaten the last of my left overs because he was starving. He offered to pay for my dinner and I agreed. Just as I was about to go, Jacob stopped me and told me to look at the weather channel before I go. As I took a look at our big screen TV in the living room, my stomach started to growl from my growing hunger. The weather lady was talking about
yesterday's big blizzard and how snow will continue to fall throughout the week. Jacob tried to convince me that it wouldn't be a good idea to drive out. I didn't think too much of it, as I felt experience enough to handle most any situation, and so, I looked for my keys, strapped on my jacket, and stepped out the door.
As I opened the door, I felt a wall of wind hit me like a semi truck. I remember clearly turning my head from the wind, as a vase of flowers next to the door caught my eye. I watched as it became frozen stiff. The natural looking flowers slowly started bending towards the ceiling until they came to a complete stop; Ever so softly I heard slight cracks coming from the flowers peddles as they lost all life and frost encompassed them.
While I walked to my car, I noticed...