Hog Mountain
I was with a group of rambunctious teenage boys on hog mountain, the sun was setting and lighting up beautiful red cliffs, I wanted to carve a spoon and was splitting some wood. I waved my machete up and down and instead of the juniper I hit my left index finger. It was a deep and long cut, but I still had sensation and was able to move it. I'll be fine, my coworker Kyle did some awesome first aid. I thought of my violin, I thought if it was worth it to call my supervisor to take me to the hospital, I thought about missing work, I thought about what kind of example I was setting for the boys if I went to the hospital for such a wimpy injury, I thought about how rude the boys were to me that week. I thought about how I needed to lead the band down hog mountain. Hog mountain is incredibly hard to navigate and it's dangerous if you go the wrong way and I was the only one who knew the way down. Had to make a lot of decisions, and decisions are hard for my tiny little brain, espec...