This I Believe?

I wrote this I kind of a sper of the moment thing and I was wondering if i should change it. I need opinions:) Please and thank you?



I Believe in the Power of Clumsiness.
By Cheyenne Ross
I believe I’m quite possibly one of the clumsiest people on the face of the earth. Want proof? Lets see with a broken arm, wrist, finger, a fractured ankle, countless knee sprains, ankle sprains, wrist sprains, ankle twisting, dislocating, scrapes, scratches, bruises and not to mention I trip ten times daily if there’s someone out there who’s clumsier then me bless your heart. My poor mothers probably been to the hospital with me more in the last ten years for me then she’s been her whole life. If there were an award for buying ace bandages she and I would take first place, second place and third place.
I really don’t find it as a bad thing though I mean for except for the fact that I’d rather spend my money on other things. I believe people are a lot nicer to you when you’re injured. I believe you get out of things you wouldn’t normally. I believe it gives you an excuse to be late to class. I believe it’s quite possibly one of the greatest excuses to get out of whatever you don’t want to do.
6th grade, fractured ankle put in the ugliest walking cast. I came to school on crutches the first day after I broke it, I was so embarrassed. I had previously came to school with sprained, twisted and bruised everything else before, but it was my first time being in an actual cast. I started to realize how much attention I got. I remember being the only kid to take an elevator to the second floor; which I thought I was so cool.
I started to realize I could totally milk this. I would lolly gag on my way to classes. I would say it hurt when my mom told me to do something. If my step dad told me to take out the trash I would merely point to the cast and he’d call for my sister to do it. Dishes, “but mom I can’t stand on it that long!” Helping set up for the garage sale, well I couldn’t but I still got a cut of the profits.
I believe being clumsy has its ups and its downs. I believe a cast, if you know how to milk it, it’s always fun while it last. I believe a cast is the virtual sign for, “I’m sorry I can’t…” I believe that being clumsy makes me a hazard to my own health. I believe being clumsy is a great thing oppose to the normal view that it’s a bad thing. I also believe I can find the silver lining in just about anything.