My parents were getting ready to leave to go to their Christmas party, and my brother and I were playing in the living room. We had a yoga ball in the room and we were rolling and messing around with it. Being the adventurous and daring child I was, I decided to put the ball on the couch and sit on it. I sat down on the ball, and before I knew it, my brother was on the couch right next to me.
He wanted to experience the thrill I was having, so he yelled at me, “Shane, let me get on the ball! You’ve already spent so much time on it!”
I did not understand his reasoning because I had been on the ball for only a few seconds, so I shouted back at him, “Wait your turn! You’re so impatient!”
I guess he did not like that response because out of the corner of my eye, I saw him thrust his arms out towards me. Before I could react, I went flying through the air, and hit my head on the coffee table. Immediately, I felt blood dripping down my face and I was terrified as to what was going to happen next. I was so angry with my brother, so in the midst of crying, I yelled, “You jerk! Look at what you’ve done!”
My parents had not left for their party, so my mom rushed into the room and kneeled down next to me. She asked me what had happened, so I wailed back to her, “Brendan pushed me off the ball, and then I hit my head.”
My mother thought my injury was a serious one because she yelled to my father, “Grab the keys. We have to take him to the emergency room.”
My mother helped me get up and she took me to the car. Then, we drove to the emergency room down the street. When we were waiting, I thought of all the ways I would get back at my brother. Finally, the doctor called my name, so we got up and followed him down the hall to the exam room.
The bleeding had slowed down, but I guess it must have been a pretty bad injury because, after examining me, he said to my parents, “He’s going to need stitches.”
I was shocked that the injury was that bad, and was terrified to get stitches because I had never gotten them before that. I was also furious because the whole incident was my brother’s fault. I told myself that when I got home, I was going to get back at him.
After the doctor gave me the stitches, we went back home and my brother was waiting at the door to see what had happened to me. When he saw the stitches above my left eyebrow, he burst out laughing. “You look so weird,” he told me.
That was it. I had enough with his shenanigans for the night, so I planned to put his enjoyment to rest. I cocked back my fist to deliver the hardest knock-out blow ever, but before I could take a swing at him, my dad forced me to put my arm down. He told us that it was time to go to bed and that we could resolve our issues the next day.
When I woke up the next morning, I could feel the swelling where the stitches were. My brother apologized for his actions and asked to play, but I was still angry with him, so for the whole day, I did my best to avoid him and I did not speak to him. However, at the end of the day I realized that I did not have as much fun as I usually did, and I knew that was because I did not play with my brother. I decided that the next day I would forgive him for pushing me off the yoga ball because, at the end of the day, we were still brothers and one incident would not ruin our friendship.
The next morning, that was exactly what I did. I forgave my brother and we played together all day long and had a lot of fun. I told myself that I would never hold a grudge against my brother and I would always forgive him because he would do the same to me.
Whenever I look in the mirror and see the scar that I suffered from that injury, it reminds me that forgiveness is a necessary part of life; someone can never truly move on with their lives without forgiving the person that harmed them. Though, more importantly, that scar is a symbol of our friendship and love for one another.