The RC Crash

Problems are learning experiences, that is at least how I think of them. Sometimes even opportunities to better yourself or get rewarded like in my case. I completely agree with the statement. “A problem is a chance to do your best.” The reason problems come up in our life is so we can better ourselves. If we never have a problem how do we learn? Mistakes happen but you have 2 choices, to complain about it, or to learn and improve yourself.

When I was a little kid I got into some trouble. My brother and I just got 2 RC cars for Easter. They were amazing, they were red and blue. Mine was the blue one because that is my favorite color. But trouble started to arise when my brother kept smashing his into mine, I kept telling him to stop. I tried moving away from him but he kept following me. After about 10 minutes of him not stoping I went through the house to find my parents. There were so many people I couldn’t find them. I asked my Aunt Bon where my dad was and she said she didn’t know. I went upstairs and no one was up there. I was getting more infuriated by the minute, he wasn’t anywhere. After spending what felt like ages I finally found him. I told him what was happening before and he said he would end up talking to him but I need to deal with it while we are at the party. In my mind, I did exactly that, I dealt with it. I marched back to the driveway and started smashing into his. I thought he would stop if he saw how I felt. I was wrong, he kept smashing into mine still. Right before his car hit mine, I kicked it down the driveway, there was a part of me that didn’t want to but I did it anyway. I watched it fly through the air, broken and mangled. I just stared at what used to be a car now a bunch of broken pieces. Brady runs, crying and calling me names, as he goes, gets Dad. I thought to myself I should not have done this, why did I do this?

Dad comes out and tells me to get inside, I listen to what he said. Ashamed at what I had done, I make it past what seemed like a crowd of people and put myself in a room alone. My Dad follows me in and sits down. I don’t make eye contact but I can feel his stare into my soul. He questions me on why I did it, I told him what had happened but it didn’t amount to the wreck I had caused. I told him I’m sorry and I’d never do it again, I hated myself for doing this. I couldn’t forgive myself. A light bulb went off in my head, I had an opportunity to fix this problem, I expressed to Dad my idea, it was to go out and buy him a new one with my money. He loved it, he told me that would be awesome and that is very thoughtful of me. My Dad and I hop in the car and we leave before Brady notices.

We arrive at Walmart, I feel so proud of myself for doing this for him. I was so eager about giving him the car that I don’t even remember walking to the toy aisle. All I could focus on was the look on his face. We get to the toy aisle and I am looking for this car but I can’t find it. It was nowhere to be seen, I run over to the next aisle, blowing past people next to me. There it is, the car I have been searching for. I grabbed it and I bolt to the register, my Dad was left in the dust. My dad finally catches up to me, he was telling me to slow down but I didn’t listen. All I wanted was to give this to Brady. I give the cashier my money not even counting how much was in my hand. I grabbed the car and was about to leave before my dad stopped me and said I have to grab the change first. I “slowly” ran to the car with my dad and he says how proud he is of me for doing this and he has a surprise for me after we get done the party. Things started looking up for me.

We returned to Nana and Grampy’s and I saw Brady sitting outside with mom. I got out of the truck and he looked very mad at me, but I said I was sorry and how bad I felt for what I did. I pulled the car out from behind me and his eyes lit up just the way I hoped it would. I was so happy that I could do this for him. He loved it he said to me and completely forgave me. My dad and mom both thanked me for doing this for him. But there was one thing that they didn’t tell me, they wanted to take me out to my favorite restaurant since I was so kind. We all ate as a family that night and we were all happy, especially I was proud of myself.

My dad has a friend that worked with him but hated working under somebody. He hated working a 9-5 and getting paid the amount he did. Mind you he did this for years. He worked at Deadriver heating and oil company. They work on boilers in residential houses and stuff. Some nights my dad won’t get till 2 in the morning because he is out doing call after call after call. He found this as an opportunity to start up his own business where he works his own job, makes all the money, and gets to choose when he works, and when he doesn’t, it was a goldmine. So he started little by doing jobs here and there while also working his job at Dead River. He finally worked his way up to buy his own van and start making enough money to support his own family and house. He had a huge problem and dreaded every day going to work, but instead of complaining, he saw this as an opportunity and is doing very well for himself now.

“RC CAR IN MOTION #2” by bamyers4az is licensed under CC BY 2.0