Well winter time, and what better then to taboggan down Morningside hill. It was a steep hill and ended in the creek. One of the older guys went first. He went down very fast--he yelled up--don't do it--its way fast and not enough of a run to slow down before the creek. Well we had the experts with us, so they said if you go down more at an angle, you won't build up the speed, and you will have more of an end run. Well that seemed to be the trick to tackling this hill. One after another they went down. Now it was my turn--I followed the path of the previous guy, and all was going well, when I hit a rock, and it straightened my sled, now I was going down head on---everyone was yelling to jump off--I was picking up speed--I put my foot out of the sled and my boot got ripped off, but I managed to shift off the sled, now I was going down the hill without a sled on my butt, I saw the sled had reached the bottom and headed for the creek, OUCH...I hit a rock...right between my legs. It smashed against my tail bone. I made it to the bottom. One of the guys reached me and handed me my boot, asking me if I was all right. Damn my butt hurt, I could feel wetness fill my jeans, either I shit myself, or I am bleeding...I limped towards the service entrance road and slowly climbed up towards the road. I made it finally to the home and to my room, changed my clothes, and washed the blood off my legs. I went down to tell the staff that I wouldn't be able to go to school, and why....Dennis said sorry but not going to school was not an option...I said that I couldn't sit in a chair all day with my butt hurting. With that I went upstairs, he came up and said he would have to inspect the wound---I said sorry but I don't think you understand, the rock hit my tail bone-as if that alone would have been enough for anyone to oh, ok......Nope he now wanted to know If I was to proceed to the hospital, so he would have to take a look---what the.....In the washroom we go, and he said drop my pj's and he sat on the floor and asked me to bend over--Well I never been so embarrassed before, as he inspected my anus, he then grabbed my cheeks and pryed them apart, I says to him what the hell....are you looking for!! My tail bone isn't in there, he said that he saw some blood and wanted to make sure nothing was bleeding anywhere else...The next day another staff member was on, and I wasn't even going to try to stay home from school--
That night Dennis was back on , and he had this way of making people do it his way RIGHT NOW! He had the biggest gob of keys that I ever saw. The damned key chain must have been over 5 pounds. One of the older guys didn't feel like doing his chores that night, so Dennis would give him to the count of 10 and then he was going to get this gob of keys thrown at him. There was no way he would throw that hunk of metal at the kid....Damn if he didn't start the count down, he got to 10 and he didn't just toss the keys at him, he threw them with such force that they bounced off the kids arm and hit the wall leaving a mark in the wall. Everyone in the room went silent....Dennis brought a whole new meaning to the word keyhole...................
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