Okay. I get it now. I'm really inconsistend that is right but you know what my host mum told me. Time runs when you're having fun. That is more than true and I'd spread the term to: Time runs when you're enjoying life. That is fitting because those last 2 1/2 month I've been staying with this family just has been the most enjoyable month in my entire life. Life is not all about the big events, life is also about the small ones doesn't matter if its collecting wood with the fam or adventure day with Rachel and Jessica. It doesn't matter if its your birthday or you broke your collarbone. It's all about the little things in... Did I just stay that it was my birthday? Did I just say I broke my collarbone?!? AND MY HOST MOM HAD A STROKE?????
Okay first things first. She is okay and it was only a mini stroke and as everybody knows, life is not always perfect and after fun times always tough ones follow but the good thing about this is that it is a loop that means that after bad times good times follow again. That's how life rolls.
Let's go a little bit further back in time and start with my broken collarbone. The really ironic thing about this whole story is that it was my first meeting with the 'big family' (in this case it is only a bigger family because trust me on that: I feel like the family is expanding day to day and I'm the living proof for that.) This day was meant to be a very special one because Aubrey, one of my cousins, just came back from her misson afte 2 years what is fairely special and to as I'm writing this I recognize my luck because if I came here only one year later, I would've missed Jessica and Jacob (my cousin) and if I came here one year earlier I wouldn't have met Jacob, Ethan (forgive me if I spelled your name wrong) which moved from Cali to Montana this summer to my fortune, and Aubrey because she would've been still on her mission in Europe (I think portugal please don't beat me Aubrey). So concluded it was a very special day and even more special for me because I met a bunch of new people. So as I met Luke and Kyzer (both cousins) we decided to go on a little adventure on the woods just up the dirt track with the ATVs (four wheelers) and we found some really bizarre stuff like an abondened blue elephant in mini size, some skulls, and a left mine. On the way back I told Kyzer, who drove our four wheeler, that I also wanna drive it (for the first time though) and as we arrived back at the camper and after I drove a couple laps around the camper I went on the dirt road and wanted to prove that I'm a real racer and and already familiar with the vehicle. I knew that there is a straight dirt track behind the grandparents house and so I went up there and stepped on the gas as far as I could and I'm not dumb, I knew about the turn that was ahead but the problem was that I expected a smooth turn but I couldn't see it because we technically dove downwards before we went uphill again. Now imagine little, uneperienced Konrad as a driver of an around 60 mph moving object and expecting a smooth turn but instead 10 yard before he has to turn he find out that it's a really sharp turn and if he doesn't take the turn he's about to crash into woods. BAD JOKE! I'm, realizing that I made a mistake, trying to slow down by using both breaks at the same time, I give you a hint: don't use both breaks at the same time on a dirt road or you're technically hovering over the dirt without doing anything, and as I had to take the turn I pulled the stering wheel over full of hope that I can still make it. BAD ENDING: I kinda turned the hell machine but the problem now was that I slowly felt (just like in slow-motion) that the 2 wheels on my left were leaving the ground and in the next second I felt (now in speed of time times 1000) my head hugging the ground, the four wheeler rolling over me and myself totally shocked rolling for a couple seconds through the dirt and my whole body like attached to the ground. It took a while but after my body was finally not moving anymore and my senses were kinda normal again, I tried to get up and look for Kyzer, who sat on the back of the ATV, but I just couldn't move so I needed some crucel help. Luckily I was with Kyzer together who later turned dove of the four wheeler before worse could happen to him and even though the four wheeler landed on him he seemed to be alright compared to me who was that shocked that I couldn't talk and barely could make any noise. Kyzer picked me up off the ground and led me on the back of the four wheeler and so he drove us back to the house. We arrived there finally after we had to creaped along the dirt road to make sure nothing happens and I tried to walk to the house but after only a couple meters I was about to fall because I lost any sense of balance and so I was carried to my room to lie down. That's the end of the story, I thought, because my shoulder hurt really badly but because I thought I could still lift my arm, I didn't go to the doctor in expectincy that I didn't broke anything but later the week I found out that I broke my collarbone what meant for me that I couldn't do sport for the next 7 weeks what is about to expire next week from today on. This day was a total catastrophy for me but in one point I'm very happy about this day. On this day I experienced so much love and support from my family like I propably have never before and I'm very thankful for that (Thangsgiving is around the corner).
This is getting really long so I'm gonna cut the story at this point and write about all the other stuff that happened in the next coming week. (Hopefully I don't forget about it and please forgive me the chaos of this article because it is kinda hard to concentrate with 20 girls over at our house and having a surprise birthday party for somebody)