Once upon a time, in a quaint coastal town, there lived a young girl named Lily. Lily had a heart full of compassion and a spirit that radiated kindness. She believed in the power of small acts of goodness and how they could create a ripple effect of positivity in the world. Lily's town was known for its picturesque beaches and vibrant community. But there was one thing that troubled Lily deeply - the pollution that was slowly suffocating the ocean. Determined to make a difference, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Armed with a pair of gloves and a determination to clean up the beaches, Lily started organizing weekly beach cleanups. She would wake up early every Saturday morning and rally her neighbors, friends, and even strangers to join her in her mission. Together, they would comb the shores, picking up litter and plastic waste, one piece at a time. Word of Lily's beach cleanups spread throughout the town, and soon, more and more people started joining her cause. What started as a small group of volunteers quickly grew into a community movement. People of all ages and backgrounds came together, united by their love for the ocean and their desire to protect it. As the beaches became cleaner, Lily realized that raising awareness was just as important as cleaning up. She started giving educational talks at schools and community events, teaching others about the impact of plastic pollution on marine life and the environment. Her passion and knowledge inspired others to make changes in their own lives, reducing their plastic consumption and adopting more sustainable habits. One day, a local artist named Mia approached Lily with an idea. She suggested creating an art installation made entirely from the plastic waste they had collected. Lily loved the idea, and together, they transformed the collected plastic into a stunning sculpture that depicted the beauty of the ocean and the importance of preserving it. The sculpture became a symbol of hope and a powerful visual reminder of the impact of human actions on the environment. It was displayed in the town square, attracting visitors from far and wide. People marveled at its beauty and were moved by the message it conveyed. News of Lily's efforts reached the ears of an environmental organization that was looking for young ambassadors to join their cause. Impressed by Lily's dedication and the impact she had made in her community, they offered her a position as a youth advocate. Lily eagerly accepted, seeing it as an opportunity to amplify her voice and create an even greater impact. As a youth advocate, Lily traveled to different towns and cities, sharing her story and inspiring others to take action. She worked with local governments, urging them to implement better waste management systems and promote eco-friendly practices. Her tireless efforts caught the attention of national media, and soon, Lily's message reached millions of people across the country. Years later, as Lily stood on a stage receiving an award for her environmental activism, she looked back at her journey with a heart full of gratitude. She realized that her small acts of goodness had sparked a movement that had transformed not only her town but also the hearts and minds of people everywhere. Lily's story serves as a reminder that every individual has the power to create change, no matter how small their actions may seem. It is through our collective efforts and the belief in our ability to make a difference that we can create a better and more sustainable world for future generations. And so, the story of Lily and her beach cleanups reminds us that the power to change the world lies within each of us. With compassion, determination, and a little bit of sand between our toes, we can create a wave of positive change that will wash away the pollution and bring back the beauty of our precious oceans.
It wasn't every day you got to spend a whole bunch of days sleeping on the ground outside. It wasn't every day you got to spend a whole bunch of days sleeping on the ground outside with a pandemic raging on. It wasn't every day you got to spend a whole bunch of days sleeping on the ground outside with a pandemic raging on, during the COVID 19 pandemic. And yet, there I was, sleeping on the ground outside during a pandemic. Of all the places I could have been, I was homeless. There were a lot of people who were afraid. They heard about something that happened on the news, they got petrified of the potential results, and so they decided to bunker down and buy a whole bunch of toilet paper to the point were it was almost completely sold out in every grocery store. Can you imagine that much toilet paper being bought out? I guess I could? I mean, that was pretty ridiculous! That much toilet paper being bought out! Dude! That much toilet paper! Me? I wasn't afraid, and I still am not. For God is my refuge and my strength, and I put my trust in him. God says He will protect me in His word, so it will be. I don't need to see, I know and I believe. And so far, I haven't gotten COVID throughout the pandemic (and for all you conspiracy theorists out there, ‘the plandemic,' that being said with an overexaggerated wink), so, I think He's done a great job as He always does! He made heaven and earth and all things. Shouldn't I trust Him when He makes a promise? A lot of things were closed and being homeless that was frustrating at times. I was restricted in what I could do and how I could do it. There were so many of my favorite places that were shut down, and I was really limited in what I could do. But, I was pretty busy writing. I got my first publications throughout this pandemic so I am pretty happy. I remember calling my brother on the phone when he and my family had got covid and he was saying, “Dude, I lost my sense of smell and taste. It feels bad man,” He replied. I was chuckling and sarcastically replying with, “Oh, you poor, sad little thing, you,” and both of us started laughing. As the pandemic starts to wrap up, with tensions still high in some cases and people still on alert, I am still homeless as I write this and its frustrating at times, but I have hope. It may seem like its hopeless at times, but I know it's not! I have seen it first hand! God's been good this whole time, and I believe he will continue to be to the very end. For the time being, I need to keep striving and believing, not becoming disheartened or discouraged by the setbacks, and continue to believe despite the odds I go against. May Lord Jesus Christ have all the glory!
I know this is cliche to say, but humans in the 21st century are deeply alienated from nature. I left my apartment today to go for a walk, and right as I left it started raining. It wasn't a heavy rain, but the high wind exaggerated the rain's strength. I was maybe a hundred feet from the apartment when I considered turning back as I realized the rain was about to ramp up. Instead, I decided to push forward; a little rain can't hurt me. That moment's hesitation caused me to think: how many people living in this day and age would make the choice to turn back? If you could put every person on Earth in the scenario I was in, I'd wager at least half would decide not to continue the walk. Now, to be fair, it's just a walk. Why walk in the rain when you can just wait until the rain passes? It's just a walk; a little exercise isn't immediately important. But then again, it's just some rain. So many people would rush to shelter than braving a little cold and wet weather. Our ancestors would laugh at how wimpy we are. Think about what it was like for them. I'm writing this at about nine p.m. The wind outside is gusting hard. I'm here, laying down on a couch, in a insulated house, with lights that come on and off with the flick of a finger. My ancestors would be huddled in a tent or a cave. They'd have to endure the dark and cold all night. And the next night. And the night after that. For them, there are no walls. There are no carpets, or beds, or tables, or even chairs. We all know what it's like to sit and lay on the ground outside. Imagine that is pretty much, aside from maybe sitting on a log or a big stone, all you can ever do. These are obvious facts but they're nonetheless profound if you're able to imagine at least on some level what it's truly like to live so utterly dependent on nature. It's tough. Every aspect of your life is affected. I imagine most of your life is spent dealing with and worrying about the weather. Even the mere regular shift from day to night is a difficult, important occurrence. You know, now that I think about it, our ancestors probably wouldn't be so quick to laugh at our aversion to rain. I mean, they'd still think we are wimps. But they'd also understand that for them even minor rain is a fairly big deal. What if they're caught out hunting and they're hit with a sudden downpour? They can't run back to a house or car which is completely cut off from the rain and wind. If they're lucky they'd find a big tree to sit under. But a tree doesn't really shield you from the wind. And even a big tree doesn't always fully shield you from rain either. If their clothes got wet while trying to find shelter, they'd have to sit on the cold, wet ground in their cold, wet clothes, sometimes for hours until the rain passed. Rain is no joke for them. For all the modern struggles we have living in the era we do, at least we don't have these kinds of old struggles. Well, most of us don't. Keep in mind, homeless people still have to deal with, to some extent, these hardships. I wasn't really intending to write about homelessness when I started this, but it's something that inevitably came to mind.
Feeling very frustrated right now! I have spent many hours over the past week organizing the photos on my phone, moving many from the internal memory to the sd card. I would expect Instagram to draw from my camera gallery unless directed to the sd card by myself, but that's not how it's working! I have over 9,500 photos still in the internal memory, but Instagram only draws upon a small percentage of them before drawing upon those in the sd card. I hiked over to the retention ponds this morning for a few photos before going to Fred Meyer's for a new light for my aquarium.
One day I set my yellow bike by the steps, and scrambled into the house. Momma gave me a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich pie, the kind that she made by cutting off the crust with the peanut-butter jar lid. It was a sweet-smelling summer afternoon, and the heat was softened by a gentle breeze. I straddled a kitchen chair as I ate my sandwich pie, and gazed lazily out the window. Suddenly, without much warning at all, the skies seemed to completely fall out with pouring sheets of rain--and the sun still shone! The sun caught and twinkled in the rain, it peeked through the curtains of rushing droplets, winking and blinking; and it glistened on my bike. In my lazy trance, I found myself completely mesmerized with the rain on my bike. Tiny rivulets ran about the tilting handle bars. Balanced sideways as it was against the steps, my bike jiggled slightly with the slapping impact of the fat raindrops. And then, just as I had found myself hoping, the back wheel spun ever so slightly, almost reluctantly, like a mill wheel, with wet little drops half-heartedly fluttering off to the side. Then the wheel spun slowly back and rested, as if its work was done. And it was done, because just as soon as the rain had come, it was gone.
What is this adventure you are all so desperately seeking? Is it to climb the highest peaks? Is it to live as if commitment was an ancient concept? Or is it to see how far you can go Away from anything that may keep you on this ground Is this the adventure you desire? Because there is another that is much sweeter One that doesn't leave you with groggy eyes And unsatisfied An adventure Dare I say.. To rest To not keep going But to stop Long enough to listen to your own minds chatter Long enough to feel that emptiness inside your soul You didn't know it was there, Did you? On all those grand adventures There is no time for silly matters of the heart It is about what is next The how do I do that? The how do I climb that? The how do I get to that? But on this adventure The greatest adventure It is all within you. Waiting to be tapped into. But you my friend, Are so fixed on what lies ahead. Persistently pushing on To see that something Because if you stop? You have failed And you will have to face the reality Of your heart That this adventure you desperately seek Is actually one for the weary and meek
PROLOGUE: Earth represents the only planet known to support life. Such a manifestation, preposition and supposition (challenged as sophisticated telescopes peer into the farther reaches of the cosmos), nonetheless amazes this bipedal hominid. Additionally, that conjecture (undergoing securitization re: painstakingly now major leapfrogs kicked jarring impetus hundredfold greater futuristic established dogma) consider that said oblate spheroid constituent essential matter near in composition sans other planets in our solar system, and coalesced at approximately when sister and brother entities manifested through the same ethereal processes as every other planet, and also received energy (in a greater or lesser proportion) extant per those most distant or closest cosmic bodies from the sun. To a universal traveler, Earth may seem to be a harmless little planet in the far reaches of one of billions of spiral galaxies in the universe. Gaia describes an elliptical trajectory across an average size star of middling brightness and joined by seven other planets, which support no known recognizable life forms constituting the solar system. While this may be fitting for a passage from numerous prequels and sequel Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (among other entertaining out of this world page turners for estranged mortals feeling like outliers in this alien nation), by the late Douglas Adams, in the grand scheme of the universe, it would be a fairly accurate description. However, Earth is a planet teeming with vitality and is home billions of plants and animals that share a common evolutionary track. Eve ver since time immemorial innumerable questions furrowed the brow of man/woman kind such as the following. evidence may have been lost. Scientists have made significant progress in understanding what chemical processes that may have led to the origins of life. There are many theories, but most have the same general perspective of how things came to be the way random quirky phenomena overtook numbers (millions) linkedin kinetic jinxed illustrious happenings. An account of life's beginnings based on some of the leading research and theories related to the subject, and of course, fossil records dating back as far as 3.5 billion years ago designating the scientifically acceptable denouement viz Earth's Beginnings would be an infinite tome. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Never in my cow well LIX anniversaries of birth did I ever experience such an unseasonably warm February, March, April...September 018 (i.e. the date this anonymous mortal jotted down the musings peppering his inquisitive mind). Now my bio hazmat poise zen gruff feed dee doth Buzz with an apropos diversion, whence a short written interjection will proffer broad leafed brushstrokes qua lee fie ying yours truly to draw inquisitive onlookers. Matthew Scott Harris (the second offspring and only son of Boyce and the late Harriet Harris) made his unheralded debut on a brutally cold January thirteenth when Earth completed one thousand nine hundred and fifty ninth orbitz round the sun. Once awareness blossomed within thee Iris of each eye, Mother Nature with his proclivity to become most grounded when basking in the seasonal pastel of sounds and smells.This predilection a rose and stemmed from self-propelled exposure to fauna and flora. All creatures great and small found him bedazzled, delighted, fixated, harmonized, kindled, moored, ogled, quelled, seduced, tantalized, vaunted from biodiversity. His father - employed as a mechanical engineer with general electric - heard the powerful lungs of this gangly newborn prior to being permitted to cradle said infant nada so terrible. Though born (agh gin in Cincinnati, Ohio), this sole son spent the majority of his existence at two rural areas fifty plus four years ago. Audubon and Collegeville the geographic names of said locales. He attended first at half of second grade at an elementary school in the former place name. His ability to adjust from one than another grade school evinced early signs of difficulty. Extreme shyness in tandem with a congenital speech defect (submucous cleft palate) seemed to alienate him from other classmates. As an outside neutral observer, I (thine older - boot not necessarily wiser self - watched with gut wrenching agony how he seemed socially detached and rarely invited to join in any reindeer games.Yes, a gross degree of taunting left him without friends. Lack of confidence and ultra reticence offered manna to bullies. Matter of fact, this vulnerability and susceptibility per being on the receiving end of verbal slings continued all thru public education. He graduated without any vocational idea (despite an ignoble attempt to fail, yet got promoted nonetheless), and then endured parental wrath equal parts ultimatums and evil scathing expletive filled lectures.
I have been rallying around this topic about 2 weeks, as I was shocked and this heartbreak affected the whole world. I needed a pluck to write and pose what I have been going through. Exactly, this is very controversial and explicit problem of these days that do not need any innuendo. Unfortunately, the Olympic figure skating medalist Denis Ten was killed on Thursday. Ten was stabbed after a dispute with people who allegedly tried to steal a mirror from his car in his home city of Almaty. He was born in Kazakhstan to a family of Korean descent, Ten's bronze at the Winter Olympics in Sochi in 2014 made him Kazakhstan's first medalist in figure skating. He was industrious person. He found a way to realize real his ME even when there were no opportunity in our country to go skating, namely no an ice rink and a coach. His mother wanted him to be well-rounded person, that is way joined him to divergent after class rehearsals, such as dancing, music classes, karate, drawing and so on. His affection to music was inherited from his mother. At the early ages of his childhood, he did not realize in which sphere implement his dreams and find a harmony of his heart and soul. However, 1999 after the staking competition, he was completely sure about his direction. When he turned six, their family moved to Russia in pursuit to find a wide range of opportunities for further developments. There his hard work and belief into the bright future made him a first Kazakh ice skater who become a winner in Olympics. In last five years, he was in Unites states of America, where he trained and underwent arduous days his life, as in spite of the injury, and prohibition to go trainings, he continued to reinforce his will and courage. He was well-known person, his friend canadian skater Patrick Chan, who won silver in the same competition, said on Twitter he was “honored and grateful to have shared the ice” with Ten. “One of the most beautiful skaters to have graced our sport. My thoughts are with his family during this unimaginable time.” The whole country was shocked. “His shining achievements brought glory to our country and helped popularize sport among young people,” Kazakhstan President Nursultan Nazarbayev said. “Denis was not only an excellent athlete, whose talents was recognized and honored in many countries of the world, but also a remarkable personality and a true patriot of Kazakhstan.” Everybody wanted to give a hand, two countries were coalesced to organize a funeral. Whereas, there were too many cons that need to be said. I was disappointed with the action of the residents who attended the funeral of this consummate person. I guess that people lost their humanity. 1. Two people who tried to steal the mirror were so egoistic, by stabbing his leg several times to hide their action and personalities. 2. According to the Korean traditions it is essential to hand out a hanky and mini-burgers(bread) that is a kind of a part of burial. There were a mass of people who came and shared this misfortune. And Ten's mother was roaring with pain. So she give a way to women, who were standing there to finish the dispensation of needs. Whereas these people showed very ignominious behavior. Unfortunately, they decided to not to hand out things. I was really upset with them. 3. At the beginning of the ceremony Ten's mother prevented a auditory NOT TO TAKE PHOTOS AND SELPHONES. Again the mass decided to photograph and share in social networks. Mother of Denis was at a stalemate and dropped her eyes to this horribleness. I think this actions should be said not hide, and taken into account not to humiliate somebody, but to avoid them next time. In addition, try to show good qualities in every possible moments of this very short life until the Judgement day. Furthermore, he organized a huge ice show “Denis Ten and his friends”. Eventually, the whole money was invested into the charity. He loved teaching to what he knows and organized master classes with international coaches for Kazakh children with his own budget. All these deeds make him a MAN of great importance, who loves his country and puts a maximum effort to make it flourish. He was able to understand and feel the importance of happiness rather that the fleeting deceit of the life. He was aware that the care and attention is the best cure to everything, not the pleasure we try to reach and get. Owning to this he reached a peak in his life. That is way, everybody born as a MAN with no deed. And cry by letting down the drops of tear of happiness. whereas, die in the same way but with the weeping of others. Here could rise a question that DID THE PERSON DIE AS A MAN? DID THIS PERSON LIVED AS A MAN? Ten had a short, but meaningful life. HE WAS A MAN AND A DIED AS A MAN. By being optimistic and laborious person, he was able to leave a great hope after himself, that we could do our best and become a developed country.
It was already 6:30AM! I overslept because my alarm clock didn't feel like waking me up that day, so I arrived at the bus terminal almost three hours late. When I saw my groupmates, I was so close to blushing for feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed. Mariel, on the other hand, already had me tagged in her FB status, telling how pissed she was because of me being late. Everyone scrambled to find a good seat in the bus, while I, on the other hand, didn't bother looking for mine since I was already sitting on something – it was called the “Hot Seat”, so I just shut my mouth after saying a few sorries. The ride to Magpayang was an hour long. Most of us were not really into road trips because of our motions sickness so we thanked God for not dragging the trip even longer. For the moment, we stayed at a local restaurant where we decided to have our breakfast. Suddenly, it started to rain. It made the whole trip a bit harder and messier, literally. We occupied two trikes on our way to Kasili Resort in Mainit. Every puddle that our trike rolled on sent splashes of cold and nasty mud on our clothes. We thought we should've worn something for “Function” rather than for “Fashion”, like hiking boots and raincoats instead of rubber shoes and skinny jeans. To our dismay, Kasili Resort had no vacant rooms for the moment. The attendant told us that we should've called them for reservation, and that we should've done it at least two days prior to our arrival. I looked back at my friends and realized Ate Lizil's eyebrows were already merged into one, while Cherry and Karen looked as if they were about to cry. I, too, couldn't look at myself in the mirror next to me, I thought I might pass out just by looking at my then disintegrating body. To our relief, the attendant told us that there'll be a vacant room around 4PM. The only problem was if we were willing enough to wait –which wasn't a problem at all. We decided we'll just return to the resort after our nature adventure. After all, we didn't mind bringing our luggage with us as long as we don't end up spending the night on streets. Our first stop was Tugonan Falls. The ride up there was the best and the funniest, I must say. We rode this so-called “skylab”, a local vehicle which is actually a motorcycle with wooden seats extended on both sides. In my skylab, I was with RichJean, who was the most pessimist of us all and was just screaming “Papa Jesus” all the time. We also had Lito and Lyndon on board who were sitting on both wings with such finesse and glamour. But deep inside, I knew that both were already frightened by the ride, especially Lito, whose insides probably tangled every time the skylab tilts to his side. He looked like an overgrown tarsier hanging on a branch for dear life. No wonder he let out a big sigh in relief after the long way up. Tugonan Falls was far better than what we've pictured it out. Our “TakTak Falls” in Siargao is nothing compared to it. It was indeed one of the best things that I've ever seen in my entire life and I loved every ounce of its beauty. Lito stood side by side with Lyndon and had a “Pose-Off ”, a game wherein the players would have to outstrip each other in striking different poses in front of the cam. I, together with Deborah, Dawn, and Armilyn, took a dip in the swimming pool that actually felt like liquid ice. It was so cold it sent shivers to my spine. For the record, it was the coldest pool I've ever been in. Our next destination was Mapaso Wellness Hot Spring. We didn't have a hard time getting there since we already had an informal contract with the skylab drivers who took us to Tugonan. They said we'll just give them a call when we're done and they'll come running in no time. The hot spring was very relaxing, though it felt like fire the first time I went in it. Even though the water looked muddy and smelled rusty, the warmth of the spring will still make you want to bathe in it. According to Lola Maria, one of the locals who bathed with us, the hot spring came from a dormant volcano nearby, and the water looked muddy because the rain had washed off soil particles from the mountain down to the spring. When we returned to Kasili Resort, our room was already organized. It was bigger than what we thought it would be. 6 double-deck beds were arranged properly in the room and toiletries like shampoo and soap were placed on each bed, ready for use. It was fully air-conditioned as well, not bad for Php200 per head, per night. After eating out, we decided to call it day and hit the hay, except Lito. He stayed in the lobby, still fascinated by the abundant array of foreigners he was hoping to flirt with. The next day, we decided to hit the road home. But we promised ourselves to do it after a big, extravagant pool party.
I stand there eyes glued, straight ahead, to one perfect spot. My hands gripping two shoulders tightly as I stand tall on my tippy toes. I take a deep breathe readily for my moment. Listening to the crowd yelling, my nerves start to unravel. Staying focused on my one exact point. Behind me aloud, “1, 2!” is yelled. I am being lifted into the arms of the people that hold my trust and they launch me into the sky. I am soaring through the air as my muscles tighten and I hit my peak. I am continuously moving but for some reason, I feel like I am up there forever. I look at the crowd as my mouth opens with excitement. The crowd oohs and aahs in amazement by how high I am. I thrust my hips and legs forward as my toes start to reach my ears. My stomach starts to fill with butterflies as I fall down to my trusty arms. As I am caught, I feel the trust and happiness between my group.The crowd yells louder as the thrill still runs through my body. That was the best basket toss we have ever done. My group puts me down and I load in my leg to soar once again.
Never in my life did I think that losing a friend could simply come down to a small bucket filled with icy lake water. My adolescent mind was filled with smoky clouds of confusion as to why I had let my ponytailed partner in crime go that day. I met Megan on one of my infamous family vacations that took place in the heavy heated terrain of Osoyoos one summer weekend. As the car screeched to an abrupt stop, the anticipating click of my seat belt was heard as I sped towards the warm sand. My body was then met with the relaxing sun rays and soft silk between my toes. Letting out a sigh as I turned around, I heard a small yelp as I had bumped into a shy girl with silky brown hair like a stallion's mane. Through her big beady eyes, she intently stared up at me, a twinkle shone in her right eye like the blazing sun. I stretched my shaky hand towards her whilst apologizing profoundly, which she brushed off with a grin and laughed “Hey, don't worry about it. I'm a tough cookie.” My heart gracefully twisted and my toes curled as I knew the adventure of friendship had begun. Megan and I were two peas in a pod when the roosters croaked in the morning till the sun fell asleep at night. Always giggling as we would sculpt kingdoms on the shore using yellow pails and tiny shovels, while being covered in grainy sand as if it were clothes. We'd have our backs on damp towels while trying to peek up at the bright light through pink plastic sunglasses. Sometimes, Megan's brother would kick a rainbow patterned beachball around with us as if we were all star players in a soccer match. Our hearts filled with desire whenever we chased each other around like two wild cheetahs when playing tag in the cool lake water. Huge smirks and squeals were made when Megan or I suggested the astonishing game, yet a day came that summer where the fun ended like a train stopping at its final destination. During one round of tag, big droplets of sweat were appearing on my forehead while my ragged breath could be heard from a mile away, as I tried to catch up with my fast friend. I scurried on over to my red backpack perched on top of the old wooden bench and reached for my yellow bucket. Megan was circling around, yelling “Catch me if you can!” as I had a devilish smirk printed across my face. I sprinted to the shore where the icy water touched my hands as the bucket filled up to the point where it was spilling over the edges. “Watch out. Here I come.” I hollered back as I charged towards her, catching her off guard. After about five minutes, she hid behind her older brother, where she then placed her hands on her knees, breathing in and out deeply. “Okay, you've caught me. Now what are you gonna do about it?” My body lit up with satisfaction at her statement and my cloudy mind decided for me as I tossed that yellow bucket in her direction. The water splashed out immediately and as I watched the object in the air, it looked as if it were moving in slow motion. My smile quickly turned into a frown when I realized that I threw, not only the water, but the bucket too and that it wasn't aimed at Megan, but her brother, shielding her from our previous game of tag. The colour drained from my face, a chill running up my spine as I heard the ‘clunk' of the pail and the ‘splash' of the water hit his body. Megan and her brother both gasped in horror as his dry torso was now drenched in lake water. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!” he screamed with a red face as he glared down at me. Trembling on the spot, my mouth opening and closing, tears rolling down my sun kissed cheeks and when I finally came to my senses, I whispered a quaky “Sorry”. My heart sunk deep like the Titanic as I watched her brother grasp her hand and pull her away from me towards their blue trailer. She glanced over her shoulder as I held my breath, waiting for her to speak, but to my dismay, her eyes wandered off of me as she walked through the door, leaving me behind. After cuddling my mom and wailing like a baby for hours, I understood what I had done and how I could've fixed it. Because ever since that day, I knew that I never wanted to lose another friend all because of a small bucket filled with icy lake water.
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