Well, it was a short story of my life when I was a kid probably, 6 years. My friends & I, use to hang out around the tree which was near the playing ground. One of my friends father had tied a rope there and made a swing like stuff for us. We swing there one by one. One of my friends, was very very naughty and lie a lot. He said to me, " It is my turn now". I said, " No, Its mine". He hit me and I fell down. I stand up and ask for my turn, again he hit me and I fell down. This time I was very angry and with the frowning eyes, I warned him, if he won't let me swing I will hit you with the stone. He said, " Whatever!!". I took a small stone in my hand and I throw onto him, without thinking it could hurt his eyes and harm him. He started crying and come down. And I started swinging.
The same day in the evening, his mother come to my house complaining my mother and said, " See, what your daughter has done to my son, near his eyes it is bleeding". She was full...her eyes were red, eyebrows raised onto me. Screaming and shouting on me...blur!!! I was speechless. Pretending to be innocent. My mother asked me about the incident and I explained her the whole story, how he hit me and my legs were bleeding and saw her the scratches on my hands, and finally, how I throw the stone on him. I didn't know this could happen. That lady was still shouting on me and my mother. My mother asked her to bring a stone and let her son hit on my eyes. If this could make her son feel better then do that. Then she think for a while and said to my mother, "Oh, I am sorry. I don't know why I spelled so bad words for you." My mother said, " They are children and a friends, today they fought and tomorrow they will play together again then why we are blaming and shouting".
I didn't forget these words my mother told her. That day I didn't understand what was the meaning of that words and why my mother asked her to bring the stone but when I grew up, I understood, what she meant to say. After that incident I never threw any stone on anybody. Today, when I remind those moment, I feel so bad for my foolish things I did. I was so silly and naughty girl. That incident changed me a lot from inside.
In one way or another, bad experiences can lead to great success.
