Professor Wendi Bryant
15 March 2015
I Thought the World was ending.
Once you grow up you realize how insignificant a mortifying situation can make you feel. It feels almost like it’s the end of the world. On a hot summer Friday afternoon a middle school group traveled in a white passenger van down a long country road to a youth conference. I was a young girl who had no idea how the next 30 minutes would transpire into the most embarrassing time of my life. The middle school church group was headed to a youth conference like we always did, but this trip was three hours away from home. I was your typical middle school girl having fun on the van singing, laughing, talking and making jokes. The driver of the van Sam was our adult youth pastor he was funny, loud and loves GOD. I had some close friends on the van and some that were not close. As I sat in the third row of the van by the window I felt pain enter my stomach like I have never felt before. The urge to use the restroom and I am not talking about number one. I repeatedly asked Sam how much longer we had until the next stop at a restroom. His response was just a couple more miles. I continued to squeeze my bottom cheeks together hoping and praying my stomachache would go away. Unfortunately the pain did not subside and I did not have the power to hold it in anymore. Then I could not believe it to my disbelief the most embarrassing thing had occurred. Silent but instant the smell filled the entire passenger van. Diarrhea filled my favorite purple pants. I was so mortified when the poop starting dripping down my leg and almost reached my shoes. Then out of nowhere a gas station appeared. I guess my prayer was answer, but unfortunately it was a little too late. Once we pulled into the gas station parking lot everyone exited the van but I stayed in my seat and did not move. I motion my sister over to me and whispered; “Can you please grab me something to...
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