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Jared’s Truth/Lie

By Jared M

Little Jared Murphy sat on the inflatable throne. He was at a place called “pump it up”. He was only a small child then. It was his birthday party, but it also was the party of several other children. Only with all of the moms of those kids could a party for so many happen. Anyway, Jared sat on the throne. One of the kids came up to him. “I want to sit on the throne,” the child said amidst the noise of the party.

Jared considered this. He recalled that this was not the boy’s party. Thus, he had no right to have a turn on the birthday throne. “No,” Jared replied.

The other boy whined. “But that’s not fair,” the boy complained.

Jared responded with a phrase that his wise parents had imprinted in his mind, a phrase that had guided him all his short life: “Life’s not fair. Get over it.”

The boy was astounded. Jared’s mother began to laugh. Jared smiled, leaned back, and enjoyed his bouncy seat of power.

 


 

Jared hurtled along on his bike. He was going so fast that he hardly cared about anything. The wind rushed past his face. He didn’t care.

“Careful, Jared!” his dad yelled from behind him. He didn’t even notice. The sky was clear and bright, the wind was refreshing, and he was having the time of his life. He felt like he was flying! Then, he looked down. He was flying. His bike slipped away from him and he flew through the air. He was in California, biking on a desert trail. When he had hit the rock, he had been going so fast that he was knocked off his bike. Time seemed to freeze. It crawled along. He saw with dismay that he was hurtling straight at a bunch of cacti. He tried to stop himself, tried to cover his face, tried to move. He felt frozen. Then, time resumed and he careened into the pile of cacti. His face was scratched up and he broke a rib. He felt the pain rushing at him and fell into unconsciousness.


 

Preschool Jared jumped happily. He was at a summertime party that happened at his preschool. He was in a massive bouncy castle. He carefully avoided careening into the other children as he bounced. After all, he didn’t want to lose a tooth!

Jared decided to climb out of the bouncy house. He doesn’t remember what for now… but he remembers what came next. As he climbed out of the exit, another boy had stupidly decided to come in that way. Jared crawled forward… and felt intense pain. His face rammed into the child’s skull. He felt his front tooth fly out. Its long root came with it, a testimony to how it wasn’t ready to come out. Blood spurted, and Jared began to howl with the agony. The other boy began to cry; unaware about how stupid his choices had been and how much pain Jared was forced to endure because of those choices. Jared cried. His parents rushed from work. By then, the bleeding had stopped, but it had been great. His tooth would not be replaced for years. He maintained one idea: he was certain the boy’s head hurt his face more than his face hurt the boy’s head. He maintains that now, and will not stop believing it until he dies.

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