It took one serious injury to change my perception of how life works. I was a typical teenager, hanging out with my friends,playing soccer in my spare time and rebelling against my parents advice because I thought I knew what was best for myself, boy was I wrong! My mom moved to Barbados for a year and left me with my aunt Judy. I was fifteen years old at the time and my Aunt Judy was the youngest of my mother’s siblings, so she was cool aunt Judy always allowing me to do whatever I wanted. I developed a love for motorcycles, and I couldn’t wait to have my own, but my mother was always against it because she feared I would get seriously injured. I went against my mom’s warning and acquired my own motorcycle from a nearby mechanic shop I worked with during the summer breaks. It was so much fun to have! Riding up and down on road and off road. One day my friends and I Went to a nearby dirt track to ride our dirt bikes. I was a little nervous at first, but I got the hang of it and I was riding faster and faster on the track. On my last lap of the day I lost control of my bike, fell and broke my leg. The healing process was very agonizing, and I hated being dependent on others for help with basic task. The day I broke my leg I realized that I was still very young and prone to making mistakes and that’s why my parents, who love me very much are here to guide me.