My Night at the Beach

Hello, you all. So, last night after the session, we helped the people at Saddleback load a to of stuff room Uhaul trucks to rooms here. It was actually kinda fun. Anyway, so then we went back to the hotel briefly o everyone could get ready to go to the beach at night. So anyway, we went to Laguna Beach. It was really pretty. Of course, it was dark, so we couldn't see that much. But I do know that there were little things crawling around my feet. That was creepy, to be quite honest. Then, we started walking down the beach. Much to our dismay, there was a beached whale on the beach. It was terrible. I was so sad for Shamoo. As I turned around to my team, they were all laughing and walking into the waves of the ocean. I, however, was more inclinded to help the whale. So I thought, hey, I'm buff...So I went over to the whale...and I told him that it was going to be okay. So, I started pushing. It was tough...he just wouldn't budge. I was really having a tough time. THEN, this seagull came up to me...and started pecking at my foot. So, naturally, I started kicking him. Unfourtunatly, Mr. Seagull didn't like that so much. He then, in a fit of rage, riped a chunk of skin off of my toe. Luckily, he didnt keep it. It is still attached. However, there is much sand in my toe.














WHAT REALLY HAPPENED:
Okay, so the part about the little things crawling around my feet, that was all true. But really, we were climbing on the rocks of Laguna Beach and It was fine and all, but I had not depth perception. I couldn't tell if something was raised or indented. Long story short--it was raised. I tripped on a sharp rock, and it ripped the skin. But it didn't hurt at first. I just thought I had tripped. But then, it started to tingle. So I sat down and used Emma's cell phone as a light and saw it was bleeding grotesquely. So I called Rita over and told her and she and I [along with Becky, Alyssa, Stephen, and Matt] walked to the bathrooms. They were locked. So I sat down and Rita went to the van to get the alleged "first aid kit" when she got back, we discovered that all that consisted of was pepto bismol, tums, and benadryl. So Abram went across the street to the gas station and got some stuff. Rita and I walked over to him because there was a hose over there. So I hobbled over, crippled as I am...and I washed out the cut...and Abram made me pick out the sand. [I'll thank him for that later, I'm sure, but it still hurts from that.] Then, you know, we put a bandaid on...etc. It was a painful adventure.

So long story short: I'm injured.
And I'd just like to say I'm terribly sorry to my teammates for cutting short our night at the beach.[Even though we still didn't get back to the hotel until about 12:45ish.
Also, thank you Abram, for your hero-like-attitude in rushing across the street to the kwik-e-mart and getting me supplies. And encouraging me while I dug in my cut.
And Thank you Rita for also helping me. And for the tylonol.
I love this team so much. My heart is filled with joy as I spend time with them. They are so great. :)

-Hannah