Barf. Thud. Thud. "I'm Okay!"

Once upon a time, in a mall far far away. There was a mom, and a bunch of people, who trying to dare this little child into walk up the down escalator. The kid only wanted to please the family and friends, so he kept going, and going. Knowing he was going absolutely no where. The group started to laugh, and this made the child feel stupid, because he could not do what was being asked. So he walked even faster. He broke a sweat. The people below started to think he might actually do it. He could tell he was getting closer. His eyes were tearing up. His throat was burning. The muscles in the backs of his legs grew sore, but he started to run. Sprinting up to the top he went. The people began to cheer. They were so proud. He was smiling ear to ear as he was almost to the top. He could hear his parents gleeful yells. His shoe lace came untied. Down he went. Nicking the side of his ear, breaking his leg, bruising his eye, knocking out a brand new tooth that was just starting to grow. He reached the bottom battered and torn up. His family and friends, and even a few strangers all looked down at his limp body. Their eyes brimmed with tears. They tried to help him up. The child laid there and wept. His pain was the only thing keeping him awake. He cursed his shoe lace. He was so close. The doctors say he'll never run on escalators again, what a pity. He will never meet that goal. That moment will haunt his dreams, forever. 

I wish I could say I feel like what I just wrote, but truth be told, I can not let myself think I have it that bad. Because I am so lucky to have what I do have. And even though it seems just when the sun is coming out, a storm hits, at least there is the eye, that little bit of sun, before it hits again. I love my life, and almost every person involved with it. And I take that for granted every time I let myself feel sorry for myself. So I am done with my little pity rant. THank you for listening.