I Put Myself in Compromising Positions When I Was Young

When we’re young, we live in the moment. This is good because living in the past or worrying about the future usually isn’t beneficial. However, not considering the possible outcomes of our actions in the moment could be dangerous. Often, I threw caution to the wind, not thinking about the consequences of my actions. I’m lucky I made it through my thirties alive. As a teen, I dated a bad boy who was in a juvenile correctional center. I wrote a story about that and you can read it <a href="https://medium.com/minds-without-borders/that-time-i-dated-a-guy-in-prison-ae5bc0b50e6e" rel="noopener">here</a>. Once, I took his sister Missy along for the four-hour drive to visit him. We stayed until 8 p.m., then began the drive home. Driving along the dark interstate, my car began to sputter. When I pressed the gas pedal, nothing happened. I pulled over on the side of the road. We sat there, not knowing what to do (since it was the late ’80s, there were no cell phones to call for help). Outside, it was pitch black. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. Way off in the distance, I saw the blinking lights of the next town. During the Fall in the Midwest, temperatures drop when the sun goes down, and I felt goosebumps on my legs in the cool crisp night air. Missy and I both wore mini skirts, and a jacket over our T-shirts. We didn’t want to sleep in my car overnight, so we decided to hitchhike. After 10 to 15 minutes of sticking our thumbs out, a semi-driver pulled his big rig over and asked us if we needed a ride. His male friend got out and helped hoist Missy and me into the cab. We sat in the backseat. <a href="https://medium.com/the-narrative-arc/i-put-myself-in-compromising-positions-when-i-was-young-749985ad3cf2">Click Here</a>