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John Larsen
Portland, Oregon USA
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I fell off my skateboard when I was 13. I was attempting to ride down a steep hill, but I wasn't very good. A car drove up very close behind me and began honking aggressively. I lost control and fell for what seemed like an eternity.
The driver got out and began laughing at me as I was crying. A girl leaned out of the car and asked me if I was alright, but I was still mad at the driver for causing my accident.
I walked back up the hill and inspected my arm. It was covered with blood. I began screaming involuntarily as the blood dripped off and landed on my shoes.
A woman ran up and rushed me inside her house to clean my wounds. She dipped my elbow in salt water and picked out the gravel.
I found out she was a parent of another kid at my school. His name was James, and we later became friends. They were Mormons. After that moment, I found that all of the Mormons I met were very nice people.
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