I Broke My Nose Much like many other children growing up, I had a sense of childlike wonder and innocence that would have me turning a blind eye to all of the misdeeds in the world. For most of us, there are times in our life when we begin to lose our innocence and stop trusting everyone to handle themselves. For others it is usually a minor mistake made by others that does not have a major effect on their lives. This was not the case for me. The biggest mistake of my life was trusting my brother to catch a ball. On a hot Saturday in the autumn of 2009, I was eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes at the kitchen table of my house. My mother had just left the house to run some errands, and my older brother, Colin, was to my right enjoying a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. He then suggested that we go outside and play baseball. My dad, who had just came downstairs, liked the suggestion and said that he would tag along and play some baseball with the two of us. Once we got to the backyard, we immediately began. My brother had been reliably good at catching thus far, and I certainly had no trouble either. But in the heat of the moment, my dad threw the ball, and my brother called out saying he’d catch it. Assuming this, I let down my guard and waited for him to catch it. Mid-reach, he suddenly decided to stop trying to catch the ball, and it made its way to my nose. I was bleeding profusely. My brother, seemingly complacent saw the pools of blood forming in my palms and sighed,