The Big Picture

When I walked out of the ACT testing center on Saturday, I had every intention to write about the pain high school juniors must endure to gain admission to college.  I had every intention to write about the hot room, the lack of a clear positioned clock and the stress.

However, on my way home, I realized how unimportant my tests are in the scheme of things.  As my dad was driving, we noticed this beautiful Lamborghini on our left.  In it, there was a boy, about my age, and his father.  Suddenly, the father sped up and hit a telephone poll.  The car revolved around a few times.  The light fell off the poll.  Glass shattered everywhere.  I dialed 911 ran out of the car to find the passengers covered in blood.

            Suddenly, my problems seem miniscule in comparison to the fragility of life.  Maybe we should focus more on enjoying and experiencing life rather than spending so much time just going through the motions.   

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[Editor Editor]

telephone pole.