Sound the Deep Waters
A small body franticly tries to swim to the surface of the lake. The water is a very dark blue, but bright at the surface.
"When I was seven years old I fell into the lake. I was alone and didn't know how to swim. With out anyone to come to my rescue, my entire existence depended on me, and my ability to prevail."
The young boy tries with all his might to reach the surface, his lungs burning due to the lack of oxygen. His eyes are wide and scared.
"It was during these two life altering minutes that the man I came to be began to take shape. As I fought to get to the surface I could see my short life play out before me, my parents abandoning me, crying myself to sleep every night, the constant hurt and shame I felt whenever I contemplated why they chose to walk out on me. All these things summed up into one miserable sinking feeling that began to weigh me down."
The small arms began to slow down their struggle to get out of the water. Small bubble of air began to escape him, a feeling of defeat spreading through out his body. His eyes close as he let the lake swallow him, pull him all the way down to the bottom.
"As I let the lake overpower my body and drag me down to its depth, other moments of my life began to revisit me also. Primarily the times I spent with my grandma, a kind-hearted woman who took me in without any hesitations. The feel of her loving arms around me whenever she would come to my side during the nights of endless weeping, spur something inside of me to take action."
The boy's eyes open suddenly, but this time there was no fear in them. Instead there was a fiery look of determination. His legs and arms began to move in their own accord, skillfully and powerfully pushing him up to the surface. The closer he got to the bright surface, the farter away he was from the cold depth.
Loud sharp intakes of breath escaped his lips when he was finally out of the water. His small hands taking hold of the edge of the dock as he pushed himself out of the lake and onto the hard surface. He could hear the worried calls of his grandmother, but he didn't make a move to call her out. Instead he lay on the dock shivering, trying to catch his breath, fully knowing that she would eventually come to him.
"Something remarkable had happened that day, a spark had been lit within me. From that moment on I was different person. It was as if I had been reborn again, but this time around I was different, better, harder. Nothing could bring me down from that day on. Or at least, that's what I thought..."
A small body franticly tries to swim to the surface of the lake. The water is a very dark blue, but bright at the surface.
"When I was seven years old I fell into the lake. I was alone and didn't know how to swim. With out anyone to come to my rescue, my entire existence depended on me, and my ability to prevail."
The young boy tries with all his might to reach the surface, his lungs burning due to the lack of oxygen. His eyes are wide and scared.
"It was during these two life altering minutes that the man I came to be began to take shape. As I fought to get to the surface I could see my short life play out before me, my parents abandoning me, crying myself to sleep every night, the constant hurt and shame I felt whenever I contemplated why they chose to walk out on me. All these things summed up into one miserable sinking feeling that began to weigh me down."
The small arms began to slow down their struggle to get out of the water. Small bubble of air began to escape him, a feeling of defeat spreading through out his body. His eyes close as he let the lake swallow him, pull him all the way down to the bottom.
"As I let the lake overpower my body and drag me down to its depth, other moments of my life began to revisit me also. Primarily the times I spent with my grandma, a kind-hearted woman who took me in without any hesitations. The feel of her loving arms around me whenever she would come to my side during the nights of endless weeping, spur something inside of me to take action."
The boy's eyes open suddenly, but this time there was no fear in them. Instead there was a fiery look of determination. His legs and arms began to move in their own accord, skillfully and powerfully pushing him up to the surface. The closer he got to the bright surface, the farter away he was from the cold depth.
Loud sharp intakes of breath escaped his lips when he was finally out of the water. His small hands taking hold of the edge of the dock as he pushed himself out of the lake and onto the hard surface. He could hear the worried calls of his grandmother, but he didn't make a move to call her out. Instead he lay on the dock shivering, trying to catch his breath, fully knowing that she would eventually come to him.
"Something remarkable had happened that day, a spark had been lit within me. From that moment on I was different person. It was as if I had been reborn again, but this time around I was different, better, harder. Nothing could bring me down from that day on. Or at least, that's what I thought..."
