Tell a story.

[swordman2005]

There is something I would like people on my friends list to participate in. Tell a life story that you have had. No matter how long or short it is. It can be an achievement of some kind or a failure. It could be embarrassing or uplifting and of course funny or sad. Any kind of story that may have the smallest amount of experience. If you

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[vinnievulture]

One time I thought I had lost all my right toes for sure.

Back in my second year of Master's Commission, I stayed at the guy's house with two other guys. One night after I got done taking a shower, I went to go step out of the tub only to slip and catch the toe next to my pinky toe on the metal drain stopper. I ended up slicing it pretty good. Lots of blood flowed. And lemme tell ya, being just cleaned and now bloodied was not a comfortable combination at all. Turns out I didn't really need stitches. It was just a pretty good slice on the bottom part of where the toe connects to the foot.

So anyways, that story sets up this story.

Three days later. Just before I had to go to play rehersal I wanted to get a few sit ups in. Back then we had a workout bench from one of the guys living there so periodically I would remove weights on the bar, remove the bar, and do sit ups. So I hobbled to the bench and started to remove the large 25 pound weight. Little did I know that there was a 5 pound weight on each side of the bar. I don't know how I didn't see it, but by sliding off the 25 pound weight first, I therefore slid the 5 pound weight off as well. This caused the 5 pound weight to slide entirely off the bar and as soon as I saw it start to fall, I braced for the sound of 5 pounds falling on a concrete floor. To my unfortunate surprise, that sound was replaced by 5 pounds falling on a right foot. Exactly right below the toe line to be precise. And that sound was replaced by a 300 pound man hopping around the house when no one was around and finishing his hopping by laying face down on the couch biting and punching it. After a few days, I had a bruise the size of a fist and colors I had never seen on a bruise before.

Today, my toes and my right foot are completely fine. Looking back on it, it was really funny. But at the time, it was very painful.

What did I learn? Never to do sit ups again. Joking. Almost.

[swordman2005]

lol that must have sucked. 5 pounds falling on toes probably would have broke bones. It reminds me of a story when I was about 6 years old when the cool thing was to be like "If you stomp on my feet it wont hurt" because being little kids with shoes on of course it wouldnt hurt. Until the day i forgot I was wearing flipflops and almost cried when I told this other little girl it wouldnt hurt if she stomped on my feet.