It is my educated guess that the better majority of teens, both young and old, have heard their parents tell them to think before they act. I know I have heard a variety of this minute statement for years now, though I’ve never taken stock in the actual meaning of the warning. That’s exactly how I see it now, as a warning. I suppose the general consensus of most adults today says that teens are only living in the here and now, and not looking towards their future. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this, except for when it calls to attention the presence of six squad cars and an ambulance. I’ll try and keep this short, so listen up:
It was three years ago that I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed freshman in high school, awaiting all the wonders that was supposed to be the magic after junior high. Next to my core classes, I had the decision to join but one elective, and I eventually went with photography. This was my first mistake. I took the class head- on and attacked the first assignment, a well composed photo relating to the concept of vanishing points. The only thing I could think of was train tracks, so train tracks are what I set out to find. Funny enough, there was a set located neatly inside a small bit of forest tucked a few neighborhoods away. Here’s where it gets dirty:
I threw on my signature trench coat, grabbed my camera and headed out. Upon arriving I discovered the only way to capture the best vanishing point of the train tracks was to lay down on the ground as to get closer to eye level with the tracks. That one simple action of lying down, with no regard to how my doings may have looked from a stranger, set into motion a whirlwind of police and ambulance response.
A local had seen what looked to be an apparent suicide and decided she better call the 5-0. This of course was the Good Samaritan that tried to save my live, despite of course the fact that I was there to take pictures, not to end it all.
Needless to say I got in trouble with my parents. The first few barks out of my father’s mouth had something to do with one’s actions and how the smallest of such can affect you for the rest of your life. It took me a few years to really figure this out, through countless shenanigans and countless talks with father; I think I finally get it. If someone can glean one thing from what I’ve just churned out above, it’s this: Be careful what you do in life, the tiniest action or incident can change your life forever. Be smart with your decisions and always think before you act. It’s advice like this I wish I was taught earlier on in life. Had I known to logically think before I act, I can say with the utmost certainty that it would have changed my life for the better. I know now that the smallest issues can cause the biggest problems, and in my experience, the smallest advice can really help. Think before you act, folks.