Risks

Life is about taking chances and taking risks.  It is about going for something even if it means leaving your little bubble or going out of your comfort zone.  Sometimes the results are not always what you wanted but without taking the risk you will never obtain what you truly desire.  Like what was stated before, taking risks is in most cases is dangerous either physically or mentally and taking a risk means that there is always the possibility that harm can be the outcome.  I have taken my fair share of risks, as I am sure almost everyone has, and of course I have personally experienced both the benefits and the consequences of taking a risk.  For instance I remember just last summer, I was lounging around outside and I was struck with the brilliant idea that I should maybe jump off my room into my above ground pool, and it would not just be the close roof that I have already jumped off of, it would be the second story roof, where I would have to run and leap over my deck, rocks, and finally land in the pool or at least this was the plan.  I went to my upstairs bed room where I pushed all my things away from my window.  I then continued to pop open my screen and place it inside my room, climb out the window and make my way to the side of the house.  I then hoisted myself up to the second story roof which was no easy feat considering it was a few feet high, and it left me with some scraps on my arms due to the ruff shingling I just pushed against while wearing nothing but shorts and a short sleeve t-shirt.  I finally reached my second story roof where I then walked to the corner of the roof, and looked over, this is where I planned to make my fantastic leap from, and gracefully land in my pool unharmed.  After looking what I had to do to make the jump successful not really thinking about what would happen if I wasn’t successful, which now in retrospect could have ended in some pretty bad ways.  I got myself to the top of the roof and prepared myself to run and jump, there was no going back now as I started to run, I was going too fast to slow down so either I was going to jump and possibly make it or I was going to fall off the roof and definitely not make it and get injured severely.  I went with option one where I jumped as far as hard as I could, swinging my arms praying I’d make it.  I landed in the pool I would say about a foot away from the side of the pool.  I was glad I made it and my adrenaline was pulsing through my veins it was an amazing feeling, and afterwards realizing that if I had hit the pool’s side that I could have either been paralyzed or possibly have died.  It was a risk I would surely never try again.