The Faulted Winter Of 98 Essay, Research Paper

My mom and dad were back in the condominium. Meanwhile, I was having a great time tubing down the local snowy hills with my brother, Greg. Even though it was

–16?F and we couldn’t feel our toes, we were making the best of our winter vacation in Vermont. Yet I was very unaware of the upcoming event that would soon spoil my fun.

It was 11:00 pm when we decided to head back to the ski resort that we stayed at (which was a short walk away). I saw my friend and started talking to him, so I sent Greg ahead of me. I chatted for a few minutes, but knowing that my parents would be worried if I didn’t get home soon, I said good night and resumed my trek to the condo.

A few steps later, I spotted something like a huge tree trunk ascending into the dark midnight. It had no leaves or branches, just wires. Logic settled in my mind; I had come across a ski lift pole. This was not unordinary, seeing that I was walking near a ski resort. Proud of myself for figuring that out, I passed by. But strangely, I found myself walking back to it. The urge that then came over me is quite unexplainable, but for some odd reason, I stuck my tongue to the pole.

I pulled. It didn’t come off as easily in this kind of weather as it did when I put it on the freezer at home. So I tugged much harder, yet it still didn’t come off. Realizing my helplessness, I started screaming at the top of my lungs in hopes that some passer-bye would come to my rescue.

Even though my throat was starting to hurt, I kept screaming. My next mistake was as terrible as the first one. While I began shouting for help, my lips adhered to the pole as well. I panicked and started screaming as loud as I could. I knew that God would not forsake the cry of His children, especially those who had their tongues stuck to ski lift poles.

I stopped yelling for a second, and in that precious second, I saw people not too far off. I screamed to them and flailed my limbs so they could see me. They didn’t at first, but after hearing the commotion they came over to investigate. It was two women and one man taking a stroll, each with a beverage in hand. I could see a beer bottle and two mugs of hot chocolate. My prayers had been answered.

They didn’t understand my dilemma until they came right up to the pole. I was trying to tell them to pour the hot chocolate on my lips, but they didn’t understand. I heard the man tell the other two to go get help. Unfortunately, the two with the hotter of the drinks left. I didn’t want beer put on my lips, but I was desperate. Through my motions, the man finally comprehended what I wanted him to do. So he poured it onto the lips I could no longer feel. I pulled hard enough that my lips came off the pole, but my tongue was still plastered. After a final yank of desperation, my tongue ripped off the pole.

I sprinted to the condo, leaving a trail of blood. I raced in, ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Glancing into the mirror, I expected to see no lips and no tongue. They were there, just extremely bloody.

I cleaned up, came out, and got some warm cloths for my mouth. I didn’t need to do much explaining because the people who helped me out there lived downstairs. My parents were concerned at the least, but I know they found it quite a humorous situation.

The next day when I woke up, by lips were swollen, sagging down to my chin. I had no taste buds on the tip of my tongue, either. The rest of my vacation consisted of pain, and nothing but. Recalling it as one of the dumbest things I have ever done, the thought to do it again has never crossed my mind.

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