I can't let it go. I get paniced. I notice that I keep sucking in large amounts of air to compensate for me holding my breath. I think that I am literally forgetting to breath. Everytime I think about the future, I forget to breath.
I am out here in the lake. The crack in the thin ice has propogated to the shore and in an instant I am cold and wet. I am uncomfortable and irritated. All I want to do is get out of this and go home. I attempt to swim to the shore but the ice is in the way. I try to get up on the ice but I can't. I see people on the shore. I here a couple of people say, "Come on Floyd! Come on!" Ibegin to grab more desperately at the ice. "Ata boy, We're rootin' for ya. You got it Floyd, you're so close." I am flailing in the icy water. Everybody is on the banks cheering me on. I grab at the ice's edge but my hands just slip right off. The panic increases. "Go Floyd Go!" yells the crowd I try to grab at the ice with my finger nails. "Yes, that's it you can do it!" from voices in the crowd. The ice is to hard. "Come on Floyd you can do it!" the voices swell again. I grab at the ice only this time a little slower. I try to dig in again with my fingernails. I break one off; the pain is excruciating. "Aww Floyd" The crowd yells in disappointment. I make another attempt but the cold water is taking it's toll I am getting slower and slower. I am loosing strength. I can no longer raise my arms above the water. There are no more cheers only sighs of disappointment. I look to the shore. I only see the backs of the people walking away. It is getting more and more quiet. "Well, he gave it a good try anyway." The voice dwindles off into the distance. My arms have stopped. I can't move them. I can't move my legs. The shore is empty and quiet as my head slips below the waterline for the last time. I close my eyes and hold my breath as I continue to sink into the cold murky depth of the icewater pond. I notice myself becoming incredibly sleepy. I can hear the muffled sound of bubbles drifting off into the distance as I fall asleep. Relief
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
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Wow,
That brought tears to my eyes.
In every moment of despair there are arms reaching out to you. And in every failure there is experience, growth and someone who believes in you. Know that.
There is no such thing as failure when you gave it your all. There are so many things out there going against our tries. To beat up on yourself for not being able to withstand it, is unrealistic.
It's hard. Really hard.
Know that you are understood and loved even in your most desperate and weakest times.
Sometimes it is our weakness that brings us to where we need to be.
Someday all the pain will be over and all the pain you have gone though will not have been in vain.
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