If you could go back in time and change one thing you've done what would it be?

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  • Lark
    Lv 7
    10 years ago
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    I don't really believe in carrying bags of regret and "what ifs" and could-haves, should-haves, would-haves, and I wouldn't undo most of the things that have happened to me, even the painful ones, because they truly did make me stronger, but there is one day I would absolutely change if I could, and that was Columbus Day, 2007. I was fifteen then, and it was an incredibly hot day with the Santa Ana winds making it feel like a hot blow dryer was directed at us, and my friend Cole really wanted to go surfing and begged me to take him out. My dad overheard the conversation and told me not to go because Cole's Lupus made his health more fragile and so he shouldn't be exposed to the toxins in the water, but as soon as he left for work Cole came over and we went to the beach. Cole was almost 18 but was in my grade because he'd had to miss so much school, and we were best friends. His parents were understandably protective, and he was really itching to have some fun and just feel free. That day he was feeling and looking awesome, and I just wanted him to be happy. He hated being treated as if he was delicate, and had this really strong, persevering spirit, and I hadn't wanted to disappoint him. I thought my dad was being overly-cautious.

    Three days after we went surfing Cole got sick. He died two weeks after I took him surfing, and just three days before his birthday. I was beyond devastated. Everyone always said that I was a bright girl, and yet I'd taken one of my best friends who was like a sponge for viruses and illnesses to a beach in Malibu that is notorious for its polluted water (but still loved for its waves) just after the first rainstorm of the season had dumped even more filth into it. I mean, I'd totally glossed over the "for every action there's an opposite and equal reaction" sound judgment and reasoning in favor of immediate bliss. I've lost eight loved ones since Cole, but his death still hurts the most because I feel culpable for it. His parents lost all three of their sons to Lupus. Cole was the last one, and his mom had told me once that he was the only reason she still got up in the morning, and I feel like I robbed that from her in a way. I know I'm not fully responsible for his death, but I do know with certainty that I pushed him towards it, and I've had an incredibly hard time forgiving myself. I almost self-imploded from the rage and grief of it all, and would go for weeks on end drinking Red Bull to avoid sleeping and spending the nights working on my art. I'm surprised I didn't self-destruct from all my recklessness.

    Because of that day I ended up losing the mentorship of Cole's mom, who I completely admired and adored. My mom and I had joined a mother-daughter volunteer organization when I was 12, and when she moved, Cole's mom stepped in and took her place for me. She continued to go to events with me even after he died, and when I received a fellowship for a gap-year abroad I asked the donors for permission to donate it to a gang prevention center to set up a surfing program in Cole's memory, and she became incredibly involved in it. Last December I confessed to her about taking Cole surfing because I was hoping for absolution, and even though she told me she didn't blame me and that it wasn't my fault, she stood me up for the mother-daughter tea she was supposed to attend with me, and hasn't talked to me since. I still feel dizzy even thinking about it all.

    Sorry, this is way too long and raw. None of my friends know about any of this, but for some reason I just felt compelled to write about it now. I'm happy you're back on YA.

    ~ peace

  • 10 years ago

    There are so many things but i dont wont to beacuse if i did i would have to go through all the hard times i did like many people do everyday. I think things are best left in the past and just keep moveing forward :) lol

  • 10 years ago

    Nothing. I like the person I am now, and I'm this way because of the things I did and didn't do. I wouldn't change a thing and risk coming out a horrible person or prolonging the time it took to get to where I am now. No regrets--I like it that way.

  • 10 years ago

    When I heard my dad suddenly got critically ill, I would have taken an earlier flight that day. He passed away while I was on the plane crossing the Atlantic to go to see him. Among his last words were "I'm going to pick her up from the airport". He passed away only a little later that day.

    I never got to see him alive again, and never will. He's always in my thoughts.

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  • Ellie
    Lv 5
    10 years ago

    I'd go back to March 30th 2009 and stay at my dads for the night. He had a stroke that night and was unconscious all through the night and was alone and died 2 weeks later in hospital. If i was there maybe i could of done something :(

  • 10 years ago

    I'd ask god to make genies come true. Then I'd buy a magic lamp from Wal-Mart and use him to change all the things I wanted to and buy a blue beach ball.

    Edit: @Skylark: I think we all learnt something here-- just move on with life..

  • katty
    Lv 5
    10 years ago

    Accept the small 3 day roll in "Tango and Cash" A scene with Kurt Russel. I turned it down, because of the wardrobe.

  • Anonymous
    10 years ago

    I would have rewinded back time to when I was twelve. I would stop myself (somehow) from developing eating disorders. They've ruined me.

    EDIT: Oh, dear Skylark, that was so sad! :( I'm lacking words right now, but I still want to give you a virtual hug. ♥

  • 10 years ago

    I would probably should of stayed friends with my former friend. He was like coolest dude that I know and I wish I can still talk to him. But things change when you're busy with your life and such.

  • 10 years ago

    I would not have given up my maiden name. Actually in Australia it is legal for me to use it any time but I have been using my married name for so long no one would know who I was or am. I might start signing my paintings in my maiden name. You have got to start some-where. Thank you for giving me the idea.

  • 10 years ago

    One day my father confided in me that he was dying but I brushed it off because I couldn't/didn't-want-to hear. He had been hurting and knew it was the end coming (cancer) but he couldn't/didn't-want-to tell my mum too soon as it would have spoilt things. I don't dwell on it or blame the younger man that I was as sometimes you can't learn except from experience... It's still my number one regret though.

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