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TIFU By Absolutely Destroying A Girl's Face

This story happened a while ago when I was a teenager. I read another TIFU story that reminds me of this tragedy.

My church used to have a retreat designed for kids and teenagers where we spent about 3 days in a camp. During those 3 days, the staff organized mostly fun activities (because we're kids) and bible studying (which was fun as well). The camp has a gymnasium where we do most of our physical activities.

One of these activities is similar to musical chairs where the participants sat on a round table with wooden sticks in the middle. The amount of sticks is equal to the number of participants - 1. Then all of us are dealt 4 cards with one person drawing cards from the remainder of the deck. If the person wants the card, they swap the card with one from their hand and pass the swapped card to the next person clockwise. If not, just discard it to the next person. Whoever collects 4 of a kind first can grab one of the sticks in the middle of the table and the rest follows. Whoever didn't have a stick in their hand will receive one point. Also, if any participants touch the first stick without having 4 of a kind, they also receive one point. Once someone gets 4 points, they are out of the table. As you can visualize, the game can get very intense.

I was participating in one game and after a few rounds, things were starting to get intense. Once everybody was comfortable with the pace of the game, it began to move super fast. Cards were flying here and there as no one wanted to wait for someone to bend down or reach over to grab the discarded cards. A few even fake reach to trap other participants to lose the game. It was chaos and everyone was laughing, but super tense.

During this chaotic moment, I noticed that someone grabbed the first stick, and I followed suit. I instantly reached for the nearest stick, grabbed it, and yanked it. Without knowing, I didn't realize that there was a girl across from where I was sitting, who also grabbed the end of the stick. My reaction was too fast and I couldn't stop. When I yanked it, I pulled the girl so hard towards me, knocked her in the abdomen, jerked her torso forward, and slammed her face right on the table.

The room gasped with shock and I instantly dropped my stick, realizing what I had just done. Everybody's mouth was agape as she sat back up with her forehead bruised, her nose was bleeding, and she was crying so hard. Worst of all, she was about 5 years younger than me. One of the chaperones immediately grabbed the first aid kit and tended to her wound. Fortunately, the nosebleed was shallow, and there were no broken bones (the chaperone who helped her was a nurse).

I apologized profusely and even though it was a kneejerk reaction, I let my adrenaline get the better of me. Everyone stopped playing afterward as I kind of ruined the mood. After I made sure that she was well-treated and okay, I just spent the rest of the night in the room, not wanting to come out in shame as I just absolutely destroyed a poor little girl's face.

TL;DR: I was playing a very intense card game that ended up hurting a little girl.

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