Life teaches many things. As we get older, we realize there are constants in life that cannot be avoided. For example, we will most likely never be able to avoid stress, just as life cannot be lived without an encounter with conflict. Conflict seems to be a topic that is not discussed these days. In fact, we spend most of our time trying to avoid conflict. Given that we all have different sets of values, morals, and belief systems, it is inevitable that there will be conflict with some individuals at some point in our lives. I particularly faced a very hard battle along with conflict being involved in a severe motorcycle accident. This was definitely a life changing experience for someone like me who always has given …show more content…
I was approached by several officers commanding me not to take my helmet off in case I had any neck injuries but I was having a really hard time breathing so I decided to do so anyway. I was immediately treated with tremendous amounts of disrespect from authorities just because of the stereotype of people who ride sport bikes. The officers assumed that this was an accident due to my own fault and didn’t bother hearing me out at all. I was hauled away in an ambulance to the nearest emergency facility. From the minute I regained consciousness after the accident the only thing I wanted was a glass of water because I was feeling really light headed and nauseous. I was denied water by all the authorities and repeatedly told it was against standard precautionary rules. A witness on the side of the road heard me and offered to get me water from a nearby convenient store but was abruptly removed from the scene by officers. I was in and out of consciousness most of the ride to the hospital but every time I was coherent I repeatedly begged for water but didn’t even receive a response from the care team at times let alone a sip of water. Not too much later we arrived at the Aurora Medical canter and I was wheeled in on the stretcher to an emergency room around the corner as you enter. The paramedics from the ambulance did not offer any pain control medications to me either and referred my incident to the nurse as a reckless driving motorcycle accident. Even at this point I cared about nothing but a glass of water. The pain of my shattered wrist, fractured hip and all my skin missing from the right side of my body was nothing compared to the urge and thirst I had for water to make me feel better. My mouth was very dry and filled with dirt and debris from the tumbling on the concrete road. I continued to ask the