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Warmth.
The first thoughts that you think as soon as you step in your house
for the first time in moths. Alive. No more struggling for life in
the million below zero degree weather out there. No more climbing up
steep slopes of death in the threatening coldness of a winter on
Mount Everest.
You don't have to worry about frostbite nipping at the tip of your nose and your rosy cheeks. You don't have to worry about hypothermia stabbing your body all over like one thousand knifes, because you're too busy gaining sleep in the silky sheets of your warm bed. Finally at home.
It no longer hurts you to breathe. You no longer have to fret about going to sleep, because you know you're safe. You're home where you can be with your family and friends. You're home where you can be loved and not have to worry about leaving them behind to soon. You are not going anywhere.
You are thankful because you know you're alive. No, lucky, as you put it when you think of the many people who have lost a brother and will never be able to see them again. Or even a father, sister, son, daughter, or mother. Now you're lifting your head up high to thank God that you survived. Yet you still tremble every single time you think back to the death zone.
Who knows when you will be called back to once again risk your life to conquer the freezing, thin atmosphere of the summit of Mount Everest? Who knows…you might be called across the world tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. But it doesn't matter now, you're home. You're breathing. You're alive.
You're home.