Why We Need A Support System?

In life we all need some type of a support system. Some people rely on their family and friends while others depend on intangible forms of social media. Few decide that they don’t need a support system since they know how to control and protect themselves. Many people don’t have a reliable source of protection in their lives. We have minor forms of protection like fire alarms, houses, and even objects as scant as rollerblading pads. However, even if you have or don’t have a support system, if you decide to make a decision without consulting anyone before, you may not always get the results you desire.
“I just thought of the most perfect idea” my friend Charlotte said to me on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the fall “we can get on my sisters
I slowly made my way over to the edge of her driveway where there was a little ledge that I could sit on. I made my way up there and that was when I realized that I was not able to move my left arm the slightest pit. I took my right hand and placed it under my left elbow to try and help stabilize it, but the pain would not go away. The thought that I had broken one of my bones had crossed my mind, but I never thought that it was true. I could hear Charlotte talking to her dad over at the edge of the driveway. He was asking her why we were not using the rollerblading pads. Charlotte’s answer was the same as mine, we had both
He told me to try and move my arm but I told him that if it hurts to move my arm up and down that there is no way that I could have stretched it out. He told me that he was going to take me to the emergency room since he thought that I might have broken something. Just hearing the idea of this made me anxious. I had never been to a hospital before so the thought of going gave me goosebumps. Once we arrived, we had to wait until they were ready to take me. We kept on getting pushed back in the order since people were coming in with much more serious injuries. There was one person who was sitting across the room from my dad and I he had a huge gash on his forehead that was oozing with blood. I thought to myself that I was never going to get looked at. While I was sitting in the waiting room, the same thought kept on crossing my mind. I was wondered how different my day would have been if I had used the rollerblading pads. I remembered seeing them in the garage, but we must have forgotten about them. I wish that I could have gone back in time and I would have grabbed the rollerblading pads. At that point in time I was more concerned about having my friend like me than I was concerned about my