Patience

Patience is “the bearing of provocation, annoyance, misfortune, or pain, without complaint, loss of temper or irritation” according to Dictionary. com.

There are some who have real experiences with testing their patience. With life comes experience and with experience comes patience and with patience comes a type of immortality to hardships. For me, it was a real beating you can say. It was mid-summer, I laid their stiff, motionless, thinking someone would come and save me, but all I heard was a zinging noise coming from a bug high in the trees.

Going for a bike ride sounded like a good idea in the middle of the summer, but I thought wrong. This bright and sunny day seemed to be like any other summer day, until the peaceful morning was awakened by the house phone. “Hey Yehia, are you doing anything today? ” Out of boredom I replied “no I don’t have anything to do today. ” “Then you should come for a bike ride with me and the others, it’ll be fun. ” I thought to myself that I now had something to do instead of watching the fan in my room go round and round.

Going out with my friends is somewhat fun for me. As I was putting on my running shoes, I remembered some not so great memories I had with kids in my neighbourhood. I was the one who was always different, weird and ugly to them, but I still put up with what they said because they would always give me that fake “I’m sorry, we were just joking”. I thought to myself that this was real patience and perseverance but this was only a small portion of what I had put up with. I came back to reality; my friends were knocking on my door.The air was fresh; the strong scent of freshly cut grass lingered in the air of the neighborhood and the cool breeze made my back tingle as we rode to the park.

I thought to myself, today could be a good day. To get to the park we had to ride through the rough terrain and the dense forest. We were half way there when we took a break, it felt like we were never going to make it to the park. I took a seat on a cold fallen tree. The sun was blinding but the trees were able to hide the bright rays away and give me a cool resting spot. All of a sudden, I saw my supposed friends run at me.

I felt like life slowed down and I was in slow motion, I saw them running at me but I didn’t understand why. All I remember is that the boys launched at me like I was a threat to them. They threw me to the ground, started to kick and punch me all over my body. It felt as if I was being shot at by a BB gun hundreds of times. I looked up and threw my squinted eyes I could see their faces full of rage. I was shouting and screaming for them to stop.

I heard them yelling at me saying “we don’t like you! We were never friends! ” these were the last words I heard before I blacked out.When I came back to my senses, they were gone. It was mid-summer, I laid their stiff, motionless, thinking someone would come and save me, but all I heard was a zinging noise coming from a bug high in the trees. My taste buds where tingling, my body felt as if was ran over by a car. I could taste the bitter dirt of the ground and my bitter-sweet blood.

My mind was spinning, when I tried to get up, I stumbled and couldn’t get to my feet. I thought to myself, these guys don’t deserve it; they don’t deserve me crying or getting mad at them.They are just a waste of time. Time, something that others can waste or even take away from an individual. I may never get these hours of my life back and I had to use all the patience that was in me to endure such a moment in my life. Life experiences truly give you a real sense of life and how to live life in the future.

But in the end, I now understand what it truly takes to be tolerant with others and to hold back on retaliating because with life comes experience and with experience comes patience and with patience comes a type of immortality to hardships.