Why Do I Love Different Quotes So Much
I like quotes about risks and love, but reward quotes are all lies. For example, Princess Diana once said, “Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward.” This is totally wrong. I have proof too. When I cut my pinky, my life whirled around completely.
It was supposed to be a normal day of 5th grade, but that was before I knew something terrible was about to happen. I went to my desk to prepare for the day, and the bell work was to finish a project on the meiosis cycle. I finished it already, so I asked Ms. Nousheen what to do. Ms. Ali, my teacher, was busy talking to a parent, so the teacher assistant was in charge. She said, “If you want, you could help others with their project.” So, I decided to help Aamina Naveed. I came to her, and she asked me to help her cut pipe cleaners for her while she pastes them on to the construction paper. I started, and it was going pretty well, until one little error turned everything upside down.
When I was helping Aamina, I cut a pipe cleaner, or so I thought. I felt a shot of pain run through my pinky finger, and I really didn’t want to see if it was as bad as I thought. I risked it though, and the blood was a color indescribable. It was lighter than burgundy, but not too light that it would be a magenta-ish color. I fought back tears and ran to Ms. Nousheen. Everyone asked if I was okay, and I nodded, trying to show everyone I was brave. The assistant teacher put on a Band-Aid and I said, “Um, it’s kind of tight, and my head is hurting…..” That’s when I fell.
I think I was on the floor for about a minute. When I opened my eyes, everyone was backed up against the wall. Ms. Akram, the gym teacher, scooped me up using one arm, and took me to the teacher’s lounge. My dad picked me up and I went home. When I came the next day, everyone asked if I was alright. I hated getting attention, so this got to my nerves really fast. This went on for a week. They kept asking me if I’m over my fear of blood. I can’t believe they actually said such mean words! After a month, the pinky went back to its normal self. I just wished everyone else went back to their life instead of mine too.
They didn’t stop what they called taking care of me. I tried to calm down, but I couldn’t hold inside of me. So, when the next time someone asked me if I was alright, I blew my top. I yelled, “Of course I’m not OK, with you people asking me if I’m scared of blood!!” I stomped away, my head bursting with pain and anger. I went home early, trying to gather my thoughts of what had happened that morning. I finally got a chance to go up to her and say, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I really didn’t mean it. It’s just that I don’t like being in the limelight. She answered, “That’s OK. Everyone’s just worried about you, that’s all.” Those words made me feel better. It helped me feel better then, at least.
The consequences of the time I cut my finger showed me that I didn’t like the limelight. This helped me prove myself that I won’t be uncomfortable in the center of the show. I learned a huge lesson on keeping quiet and not making a big deal with it. Now, whenever I get hurt, I take care of it myself remembering the time I hurt my pinky and fainted.
