Sunday, January 25, 2015

Mr. G Rescue

     Okay, this one is going to be a little tough. I thought about skipping it, but it should probably not be shirked.
     The family across the street from us on Valley Circle Lane had an old Jeep. And one day I actually got to ride in the Jeep! I sat 'way in the back with Becky. I had been invited to go to the beach with them that afternoon! So much fun it was to look out the back window, riding in that really cool Jeep and making the bold thought that someday I'd like to have my very own Jeep just like that one.
     We arrived at the beach, and I know I was still very young at this age – probably pre-school. It might seem odd that my memory is so clear about this incident, but it is not something that can ever be forgotten. It was Evangola State Park, on Lake Erie – with a wide sandy beach.
     At one point Becky and her brother were playing in the water; I'm not sure what Mrs. G was doing; and Mr G and I were standing in the shallow water and walking side by side further out into the lake. Suddenly I went down, under the water! I did not understand it at the time, but there must have been a hole I fell into that was deeper than I was. I remember seeing the water over my head - and at that same instant, my arm was grabbed and my whole body was pulled up out of that hole and into breathable air! What was happening? Mr G had pulled me out and was asking me if I was okay!
     He had rescued me!
     I was okay, but certainly confused. Why had he saved me? It would have been the perfect time for the world to be rid of me! I swear those were my exact thoughts.
     Ever since I became aware of my existence, maybe sometime between the ages of 2 and 3, I wondered why my parents kept me around – fed me, gave me a place to live, and clothes. I did not feel like they enjoyed having me around very much – so why did they provide for me? I somehow surmised that they had to give me clothes, shelter, and food because they gave birth to me – but if an accident were to have occurred, why would anyone in this world bother to rescue me?
     But Mr G did. And that gave me a lot to ponder.

25 20150125 Mr G Rescue



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