Thursday, February 28, 2008

Crossing a bridge...

I have lots of small scars here and there. I have a pretty big one on my belly which it is a direct result of cutting my appendix. But since this would be a pretty boring story (well I slept through the whole operationJ), I decided to choose the one I have on my knee (yes in deed this round, hairy object that you on the picture in my knee, not my head:). And here comes the story.

I love ocean, I love walking on the beach, being at the pier, staring at the waves. It was on my trips to the ocean, and went there with sister Dagmara, my best friend Chris and my mum. One day Dagmara, Chris and I went for a walk to the ocean and when we were coming back it was already dark night. We were tired after the whole day of walking so to help us to get home faster I thought about shortcut… I wasn’t sure whether it would work, but I was sure that the previous day I saw a little bridge that would allowed us to cross a canal much faster, without walking to the right, big bridge. Dagmara was against my idea… I don’t remember Chris’es opinion on that, but I don’t think he was against. Definitely I manage to convince both of them and we went to look for my bridge … 5 minutes walking and there it was … an old wooden bridge, hidden in dark… on the other side of it, we could see a well-known part of a harbor next to which we lived. It wasn’t a long bridge, maybe 30 feet long. I don’t remember who went first… was it me or Chris… I think it was Chris… I went a as second one… Suddenly I fell down… my leg got stuck in a huge hall. Chris helped me get it out, stand up and we moved back to the part we came from. There was a whole in my jeans and I couldn’t walk well so Chris helped me to walk. After few minutes my pants were covered with blood… We were walking home and it was a pretty long walk. Once we got there I took off pants and it tuner out that there must have been a nail in the whole which not only ripped my jeans, but also drove in to my muscle. Well 5 stitches were enough, but there was not much walking for the next week or so. So yeah … here is my story.

And you know what it is always good to have a friend on the side to support you in crossing dark and unknown bridges J This happened maybe 7 years ago and 3 years after that event I went to the same place just to cross this bridge… well by then they managed to replace it with a new one but still it was a nice feeling to cross it…

2 comments:

Arturo said...

that totally looks like a bald head :)

Daniel Pluta said...

it's because I had to play in Photoshop to make the scar more visible :)