I’m not a very creative person. I was given the task to think about a time where I was creative in order to solve a problem and naturally, nothing came to mind. But there is one story that sticks out.
One weekend night during the spring semester, a group of us did naturally what mature 20-somethings do – we bar hopped. After several hours downtown, we headed back to my apartment complex for a little after-party. The party took place in one of my friend’s apartments on the ground floor; I live on the 6th. When it was time for me to hit the sack, I reached into my pocket and found nothing…where were my keys? I looked and asked around and couldn’t find them anywhere.
I even walked back downtown to retrace my steps and see if they had been dropped…no luck. I trudge back wondering where I was going to sleep and how I was going to solve this. But in my moment of desperation, creativity kicked in and gave me an idea. I remembered that I never lock my balcony door. So if I could get on my balcony, I could get into my apartment. The only problem was that it was 40 feet off the ground.
It would be difficult, and not being a very tall person, there would be a point at each level that I would literally have to jump to the next level and land my hands on the concrete balcony floor, then muscle up to the point where I could hook my arms around the balcony fence. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
I worked my way up floor by floor and only stopped at the floor directly under mine. At this point I looked at my friends who were watching in amazement and yelled something along the lines of, “Here goes nothin.”
I made that last jump and made it to my balcony floor. The feelings of joy and safety overcame me as I opened my door and walked inside. My bed may have never felt any better than it did that night. Perhaps the best part of the story is that the next morning, my friend called me saying he had my keys.
I asked where they were and he responded that the previous night I tossed them to him and shortly after we had both completely forgotten that that had happened. However, thanks to this forgetfulness, I was forced to think creatively in how to make it into my apartment.