It's Not My Fault!
As I looked into Alice's kind eyes, I knew I needed to do the right thing. I took a deep breath and explained what had happened. Dean spoke up, too. We also apologized for our poor judgment. Although it was an accident, we should've known better than to blast a golf ball into the air in the middle of a parking lot.
Alice's insurance covered the damage, minus the $50 deductible, which Dean and I paid. I was happy to pay it to show, at least in some small way, how sorry I was. I was also grateful that Alice was so understanding. More than anything, I was glad she wasn't in her car when the golf ball smashed through the window. I felt like God had protected us from a real disaster.
The incident made me think about how sometimes I get swept up in the fun of something and don't always consider the consequences of my actions. I promised God and myself that from then on I'd practice better common sense in everything I did—starting with launching real potatoes into wide open fields rather than golf balls into packed parking lots.
Erik, a junior, has put away his potato launcher and now spends his free time watching movies and writing in his journal.
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