I sat on the bank of the river for what seemed to be an eternity. I watched the fish jumping up stream, no doubt looking for a good place to lay their eggs. I saw birds bathing and then flying away. All of this, combined with the beauty of the forestry and a glimpse of an old wooden walking bridge, was beautiful to me.

I sighed as I looked down in my lap and saw my note and the empty coke bottle. I felt like this idea should be in one of those cheesy love stories. You know the type. The ones where a guy will show up and rescue the girl. I've been waiting for a happy ending for awhile. I had come to the conclusion it might not happen.

I turned my wheelchair back to the path to go home. I got a little ways up and then put the breaks on the chair. I stuffed my note into the plastic bottle and closed the lid. I threw it over my should into the river. I laughed at the gesture. Who ever found it downstream would be cursing about littering. They would probably never open it to read my sad note. I mean, it's not like the river actually dumps into the Mississippi River and then into the ocean eventually. Where I threw the in the bottle it wouldn't even make it that far.

I took the breaks off of my chair and wheeled myself the rest of the way home.