Hello again.

I was a child struggling in the middle of the ocean. I could see land in the distance. I swam toward it but my arms were so tired. My legs couldn’t kick anymore. My head kept dipping in and out of the water. I wanted to breath hard enough to catch my breath but I couldn’t for fear of inhaling water.

I kept pedaling closer to land. I could see people there on the beach in white suits sipping from whine glasses. I called out for help, but they just stood there. The fat and happy men managed to roll themselves from their seats and waddle to the shore to watch. I called for help again but they just watched with grins pulled tight around their oversized white teeth.

Finally, my legs could not kick, my arms could not pull, I was falling. The water engulfed me. All sounds but my own heartbeat were washed away. No help was coming. Thump thump. Who would help me? Thump thump. Nothing here but my heart beat. Thump thump. No one here but myself. I was the only one.

I gritted my teeth and pushed back to the surface. The water splashed violently at me as I flailed my limbs in any way they would move to get closer to land. My lungs sucked in air so hard that I could feel them shredding. Salty water flooded in causing me to choke and cough. Each spasm causing an immediate inhale reflex that only brought in more water. I was going to die.

My hand hit something, but it vanished the moment I touched it. I reached out again to hear the slap of saturated flesh on wet sand. My hands and legs had grown strong and had no problem digging into the sand. The powerful body my torment had created thrusted me onto the shore. On to dry land. I laid there hacking and gagging. Finally the water poured from my lungs in a bone shattering convulsion. As I drew my first clean breath in years, I lost consciousness.



I awoke to a comforting sun shining on me. I looked at myself to realize that I was a strong man and I can go in and out of the water with ease. The hard times forged me into a powerful person.Now I was on the beach with the fat men in white suits. My rage boiled over. I asked them how could they sit on their asses and watch me drown? One of them laughed. He explained things to me. He explained that everyone had gone through that. Every person had it just as hard as I did. It was only right I go through it.

In the distance I heard a small voice call out for help. I looked to the ocean. It was a girl slapping at the water. Her head was bobbing in and out of the water. I was strong enough, I could go save her. The man stopped me. He handed me a wine glass to hold and drink from. He repeated that they had all been through this. They all had it that tough at one time.

So I stood there with my damned whine watching the girls head disappear under the water for the last time. I looked to the man. A huge gaping grin grew across his face. He was enjoying this!How could he not feel her torment? I did not understand. If he had been through it, how could he not feel compassion for her? If he had actually been through it then how can he bear knowing what pain she was enduring? IF HE HAD BEEN THROUGH IT THEN HOW THE HELL CAN HE NOT FEEL A RESPONSIBILITY TO HELP!



I threw down the glass and dove into the water. My body knows this. It had become easy to me over the years. I pulled the girl to the surface so she could breath. When she was ready, we swam to shore.The man stared at me in outrage as he shuffled his way toward me. The girl whispered that he walks like a penguin. The other red faced fat men began trying to roll out of their seats but eventually gave up and just laid there with their heads tilted to see us.“I hope you are happy” said the fat man “you just denied that girl the opportunity to be as strong as the rest of us are! Now she will be weak for the rest of her life”.

“As strong as the rest of US?” I asked.



I punched him. I want to say he fell but it was more of a backwards roll. He slowly slid down the beach heading out to water.

He tried to push his fingers into the wet sand to catch himself, but he wasn’t strong enough. The earth fled from his fingers like butter melting around think stubby sausages.He tried to kick his feet to stay above water, but he wasn’t strong enough.As he sank he spewed out every excuse he could think of why he should not be held to the same standard as he held every other drowning soul to. Then he cursed me with every word for evil he knew.

I looked to the sky. Was the fat man right though? Had I denied the girl the opportunity to become strong like me?



A splash pulled me from my wanderings. I looked to the source to see the girl swimming back out to sea. In her path, was a boy who was drowning. She caught up to him, and began to help him back to shore. She never considered the idea of letting him drown.

No she wont be strong like me….. She is already stronger.

The End. Thanks for reading, and letting me share my thoughts with you.BC.http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=308052732&blogId=532531805http://bluecollarbrokenleash.blogspot.com/