A week or so ago, I almost died. I was out mountain biking and I lost control of my bike and rolled down the mountain……just kidding. What really happened was I got stung by an asshole yellow jacket, which I was unaware of my allergy to. I had a really bad allergic reaction and collapsed next to my bike. I started to get dizzy and nauseous. After a while, I could barely breathe and I was freaking out. My friends asked me if I wanted them to call 911 and I said no. That was followed by me vomiting three times, so they called 911 anyway. I was lucky that a guy who worked at the park just happened to be there to help me and calm me down some. After the first responders got there, they gave me a breathing treatment and I was feeling a lot better. The ambulance came, I went to the hospital and everything was fine. In the moments when I was on the ground and I couldn’t breathe or move, I sincerely thought “I’m gonna die”. I wasn’t scared to die. There weren’t a ton of thoughts racing through my head, I was thinking two things, no more no less. I wasn’t wondering how close the ambulance was, I wasn’t wondering if I was gonna make it to the hospital, my two only thoughts were “I am dying right now” and “I haven’t done enough with my life”.
So far my life has been great. I’ve always had a loving family and good friends. I’ve always been safe and blessed, but I never got to be adventourous. Sure, I played pretend with my friends, I explored abandoned buildings, I walked across a frozen pond, but I never went far from home. There’s so much that I’ve always wanted to do, but I never got to. I want to go to the Grand Canyon, I want to see Niagara Falls, The California Redwoods, New York City, there’s just so many places I want to go and see, but that’s exactly my problem. How long am I gonna just think about how much I want to do things until I actually get up and go do them? I don’t know whats stopping me either. I always say, oh my parents wouldn’t let me, or I don’t have enough money, but that doesn’t matter. I’m 19, I can drive, I have my own vehicle. If I really wanted to go, I have a job, I could save money instead of spending it on fast food and dumb garbage I don’t need. I don’t know why I haven’t done any of these things. Maybe it’s cause I don’t want to do them alone. Maybe I’m scared to leave home, I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s not gonna stop me anymore.
The best thing about my whole almost dying experience, is that I’m much happier now. Before it happened, I was depressed and forcing myself to do stuff because I didn’t really want to do anything, but now I’m happy. Almost everything that happens makes me smile and then I get happy that I’m smiling and I can’t stop smiling. The moral of my story is the same moral of many other stories. Live life the best you can. Do things that make you happy and do them with people that make you happy. Most importantly, smile because everyone is happier and more beautiful when they’re smiling. (Unless you don’t have any teeth)