Sunday, November 22, 2009
Starry Nights and Below Frezzing Temperatures (5)
Give creativity a try (4)
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Five Minutes (3)
Five minutes is not a long period of time. Recently I was at WASC in Casper. After sitting in various classrooms and workshops and listening to platforms being mercilessly shot down and rejected, I found myself physically and emotionally drained. I didn't know what to do. After shooting down various girls who admired me and wanted my number desperately, I found myself wanting to do one thing. That was a quick call to my girlfriend, who I really missed. I had only five minutes of free time during my dinner break before I had to go vote for the new State officers. So I waited and waited until her phone was on. I made sure she was done with ski practice. I knew she was going to the college fair that night. I got excited when I realized that the possibility of a quick five minute was some what possible.
I got excited and dialed the number. I sat there on the bench anxiously waiting for her to pick up. It felt like i had not seen her in forever. She picked up the phone. I asked her if she would like to chat for five minutes. She said she was busy doing homework and she was sorry. I told her it was only going to be for five minutes. She didn't even seem to care. She said bye and hung up on me. I sat there in disbelief. She wouldn't even sacrifice five minutes for her boyfriend.
Swim season starts soon for me. Her skiing started that day. This made me realize something that I have been hiding from myself. To keep my relationship alive during swim season is going to be nearly impossible. I sat their and almost started crying. My emotions plummeted. I hit rock bottom. My mood was extremely melancholy. I couldn't get over the fact that she wouldn't sacrifice five minutes for me. Is that really all to much to ask? She wouldn't give up five minutes out of two hours of studying. Well that shows what I mean to her... I think that is close to nothing...
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Personal Narrative
What If
Jaws dropped and fear was expressed in the form of vulgar words. In seconds our raft was seven feet down. I assumed fetal position. My eyes glazed with fear while I glanced down at the chicken line. I was glad that our raft was equipped with this most elite and valuable piece of gear. This rope that lined the raft was meant for only "chickens" to grasp. I would rather lose my pride than lose my entire life. My hands clenched the line of rope forcefully. I looked up to see my imminent doom approach. It was a white darkness. A wave of white water several feet tall towered over me. A wall of water shook me and made my ancestor's tremble.
Bertha grasped the raft as a whole and brought it into her unforgiving bosom. Ice cold water from the Yampa River entered into my ears as if it were an invited guest. My dry suit's purpose seemed to be no more. It felt as if my body became a measly piece of laundry and tossed into a washer. Bertha violently shook me, but she could not pry my finger tips from the chicken line. Looking back, that chicken line became a life line for me. At one point I was in no control of my body. In this rush I wondered why was I being shaken so much and not just spit out of Bertha. I came to the verdict that this was God's way of washing me before I ascended into Heaven. The song November Rain by Guns 'n Roses began playing mentally in my head. My body was slowly rising.
The thunderous sounds of Hell's forge consumed my thoughts. I could hear once again, granted the sounds were not beautiful but that meant I was resurfacing on top of the water. My eyes shot open, yet I could not yet see anything. Air filled my once depleted lungs. I gasped. My life had been spared. Once the water cleared from my glasses I looked across from me. I peered and saw my companion trembling with fear.
"Lenny I love you!" I yelled.
"Nick I love you too!" Lenny shot back.
Just like before our eyes met. We then realized that we were not done with our journey. Bertha kept us in her bosom. We were surfing. She had not spat us out just yet. She wanted to have some fun with us. We had no choice. Lenny and I carefully crawled to each other for a hug of brotherly love. We had eluded death together, and now we were stuck surfing together until Bertha did not want to play with our semi naked bodies anymore.
This experience has changed my life in many ways. It has made me a more cautious person overall. It opened my eyes to a new perspective of life. It has made me realize that if my life were to become no more on any given day, I would be missed. It made me feel very blessed for the life that I have. The rest of the day on the river made me sit back and think. I played the “what if” game for hours. I thought about what if that event had gone south. It made me realize that I am not an invincible person and that I could die at any given moment.
A mental movie of my course instructor’s desperately swimming through rapids to retrieve my body just to find out I was dead soon started playing in my head. In my mental movie they then tossed my lifeless body onto the oar rig and finished the rapids. They called from the satellite phone at the closet place they could. Within hours my body would be on a helicopter flying home to my parents so they could bury their own child. It gave me the chills. It opened my eyes to something new. I did not want to die. I did not want to put my parents burying their own child. That is not right. Ultimately this experience has changed my life…