Water Essay

I never really felt like water was ever an issue in my life, right up until I wrote the wrong essay for class last week. It all started when the teacher mentioned that he drank over 5,000 water bottles per year or so. After that day I started paying attention to how much water I drink and how basically all the water I drink comes from water bottles that I keep buying through out the day. Hydration is a big deal, especially in the heat we have to bear living in San Antonio. I drink at least 5 water bottles per day, instead of drinking sodas and juices, and I actually love it.

As long as I feel hydrated I feel like I have a better appetite, a better mood, and basically better health. I could never imagine life without water and personally I believe there is no way that humanity could endure a day without fresh water. Never the less we see water being wasted everyday, we see climate change destroying the polar caps, and companies polluting water sources. I hope we never reach the point where water will be a commodity, where water prices will be affecting those who won’t be able to pay for it.

I hope I never ever have to face the difficulty of not being able to drink water or buy water. Through writing about this, I started to remember back in my middle school days. Back when everything seemed so simple and easy, I mean what could possibly bother a young teenager, other than the fact of getting a girlfriend. It was probably around October in my seventh grade year. I remember the weather perfectly; it was nice and cold with chilly and strong winds blowing. I even remember the blue Hollister sweater I wore that day.

It was the first time I fell victim to de-hydration, and just the memory of it makes me shiver. If you have experienced severe de-hydration then you really know the value of water, or at least what the lack of it does to you. My school was hosting the regional basketball tournaments; we had all schools from my city coming to play games at all times. Back then our principal was really into basketball and he wanted the school spirit to be out the roof, so he let all middle school students go to the games instead of going to class.

The weather in Honduras is pretty nice most of the year, it basically remains nice and warm for most part of the year, and if its not warm its raining, but occasionally there are some years that it gets colder than the usual around October and December. That year it got extremely cold compared to the regular temperature, and we loved it. I remember breathing out with my friends joking around, bragging of how it was smoke. It was the first time we could breath out and actually see our own breath in Tegucigalpa weather.

So basically there was amazing weather and free periods due to basketball, I don’t know what kids in middle school around the world would do in this situation, but I know what kids in Tegucigalpa would do; they would play soccer. Boy did I play soccer that day; it started in the morning playing the grade below us. We played them all morning long, all the way up to lunch, as I remember I was not tired at all. I felt great, I was sweating which was keeping me warm and the weather for once was not wearing me out.

So in lunch we kept playing, this time between my friends and I. I remember I was using my Nike mercurial cleats, they were red and silver, and the player Wayne Rooney was using them at the time. I would play with the mindset that I had to play like Wayne, and whenever I would score a goal I would celebrate like him. The day was just absolutely majestic; we kept playing all day, with lots of different people that weren’t interested at all in basketball. All we wanted to do was play soccer, after all what can you expect, Honduras is a soccer nation.

School ended, and I did not feel tired at all, so I decided to go to my tennis practice. All this time I had not eaten or had not even had a glass of water. Halfway through my tennis practice I felt like my legs were going to give in, as if I was going to fall down any moment without any control. My mouth began to feel very dry and sticky. I also noticed I was sweating way less and I felt like my sweat was coming out cold, not warm anymore. I did not know what was going on, so I kept playing.

After a while I had to stop because my head felt like it was spinning and it felt extremely light. I called my mom, which took me home immediately and started asking all these questions. She wanted to know if I had eaten something or taken some medicine. She looked worried, I remember her face, and she looked so worried she ended up getting me worried, so I check my face in the car’s mirror; I was pale as a zombie. Around my eyes there were dark purple shadows, my skin became pale to the point where it had become a mixture of yellow and grey.

By this point I felt sick, horribly sick, I needed to sleep urgently, when suddenly about three blocks away from my house I had the urge to puke. I take my head out the window, and nothing came out. My stomach was having intense spasms, because it had nothing inside it. I felt my eyes were bulging out; I felt that my stomach was going to push my lungs out of me along with my heart. When I reached my house, I ate like crazy and drank Gatorade like my life depended on it. I felt sick all day, and did not feel better until the next day after I got rest and re-hydrated.

My muscles the next day felt sore like I’ve never felt them before. I had completely forgotten about that day, but as I wrote the wrong essay I had a flashback one could say, of my day without water and how fun it was to feel so sick afterwards. This was one experience I learned from, but seeing it in retrospective now its scary. I hope we never reach the point in humanity where water becomes a commodity and people might have to go through de-hydration because they can’t afford water. We never know what we have until we loose it.