Originally Posted by
Solax
I'm still at the age where I haven't lost any close family, not looking forward to it.
I experienced this a few weeks ago, and it is truly heartbreaking. Although, after bawling out tears during the funeral and standing outside with those who are still there, you can appreciate the life that is still around. After a good cry, you just feel good about those who are still there and that you still have them. Just bring hankies. Always bring hankies.
Whoops forgot to do my adrenaline rush story EDIT:
It happened today. I was playing dodgeball in school, and me being the only non-athletic guy in the group put me at a severe disadvantage. There I was, cornered by one of the most accurate throwers in the school, who was also an utter beast at sprinting. I tried to run, but my futile uncoordinated legs gave way and I fell onto my bum. I scrambled to my foot, as he stood there smiling with a smug grin as he swung back his arm to slam the ball into my stomach. The immense power of the momentum the ball contains is slammed into my torso... and stays there. I just caught out a super-athletic dude from point-blank range despite the fact that I was barely standing. That then happened two more times in the same game, although they were less beasts than the first. Of course, when the first one happened the crowd went wild and even the athletic lad gave a solemn clap. The other two were simply not as euphoric.
Last edited by rossbarker; Nov 21, 2014 at 10:05 PM.