She Saved My Life

She Saved My Life

After all these years, the opportunity finally presented itself. I had to jump ship! When I was a little boy I wished to get married and have children. It was The American Dream that was feed to us from birth, and it was finally realized by me. Her name was Angela Peterson and she was unlike any woman I had met before. Brunette and beautiful. Hour-glass figure just the way I like it, in addition to that, kind and funny; at least from the beginning.

December 11, 1999 was the day that we jumped the broom and the start of a new era in my life had commenced. An era of happiness, hope and harmony; at least from the beginning. The sun was shining, the ocean was sparkling but my stomach felt like I was just in a hot dog-eating contest. Why did I feel this way, or should I say, why didn’t I listen to my gut? My body was telling me, ”Don’t do it!”, but I refused to listen. How could this be wrong? Isn’t this a stepping-stone to reach success according to Big Brother Uncle Sam?

I couldn’t take any more. What had happened to me? I slipped into pure darkness and could not see the light. I needed to see the light. How can I summon the courage to abandon ship before it sinks into the abyss? I know; a vacation. “If I can be away from her for a few weeks, maybe we can rekindle our love for each other” I said to myself. She always said that I needed to go see a psychiatrist so he could fix my brain. I was the crazy one.

So I went to the psychiatrist and she told me that I seemed to be completely healthy in my brain, but my mind was stressed and that I needed a break. She recommended that I take a short vacation by myself to unwind and get my spirit healthy. This was perfect timing because I will be on a 2 week vacation from my job in 3 weeks. Angela and I have not taken a vacation together for at least 5 years, so making it a 6th would not surprise her one bit. I actually think she was relieved when I told her because she could avoid the small talk. That was the extent of our conversations…small talk.

When I left the hotel for the beach I immediately felt some sign of relief. It was as if I had been pulling a trailer full of bricks and the bricks were finally unloaded. I still had the trailer, but it was much easier to pull. I felt good. I walked confidently to the beach and found the perfect spot to lie down and enjoy the sun and ocean. She would never let me pick the spot. When I laid on the blanket and looked at the ocean a sudden need to pray overcame me. So I closed my eyes, relaxed myself and began to pray. I hadn’t prayed since before my grandmother died. As I prayed, I felt my entire body tingle with a pleasurable sensation which kind of reminded me like when you drink cold water but the water reaches every part of the body instead of the stomach. It was an amazing feeling! Then I opened my eyes. Low and behold my prayer had been answered. There it was - right in front of me!