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Chance Not Chance
I believe in Chance, not the word but the name. I have a friend named Chance and just by chance, the two times I severely accidentally almost cut my thumb off, I was with my friend named Chance. If you have a friend named Chance, he will be better than any adult or doctor out there (not really). Only in times like this, what I said will be true.
So about two years ago I was at Boy Scout camp in the middle of nowhere with my friends and Chance. I was working on a merit badge called the wood carving badge at a table with my friends and one adult. I had this pocket knife and I was whittling away at a fine piece of wood. I looked away for just a second and then SLASH. I accidentally gashed my thumb and it instantly started bleeding profusely. So without telling anyone, I walked away from the table I was sitting at I went to my tent to get my first aid kit. As I was walking into the tent, I noticed that Chance was in there. So I told him that I had cut my thumb bad. We went to the bathroom down a dirt path and washed the cut and got paper towels and put them on the cut. After that, we got my first aid kit and bandaged it up. It was all fine then camp ended. That first event made me realize that I never needed an adult if I had chance with me.
But here is when it gets really good. About a year later Chance was over at my house and we were home alone doing dishes because we had just eaten. I was stupidly drying a knife off with a paper towel. It was stupid because I tried washing the blade off with the paper towel and the knife went right through and made yet again another big cut in my finger. So, once again, Chance was right there and we went through the same procedure, except with what the supplies we had in the house. The cut was bleeding for a good thirty minutes before we could stop it. But the ending was good because it DID stop. e both laughed for a while remembering that it was the second time that that happened.
Those two experiences are why I believe in any friend named Chance. Chance out did any of the adults that were available. I am expecting Chance to be there my next time in need. Chance was just there by chance and he saved my life both times.

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