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I have thought a lot about the mountain that i climbed, where it started, those I met along the way, where the unmarked trails took me. It wasn't always an easy climb, it wasn't always fun, hard work was the general rule.
But some of the people I met were well worth the time and effort of heading up that mountain. It seemed there was always a smile, a hello, a wish of good luck and the occasional, "please don't go".
And as I reached the summit, all was right with the world. The freshest air to ever enter my lungs, the grass so sweet, the birds singing their finest. It took so long to climb, but it seemed worth it.
Suddenly, a mistep took me tumbling down that mountain. Arms flailing, hands desperately reaching out for something to hold on to. All I could hear were my cries for help, all falling on deaf ears. Finally, the rapid descent slowed and I have been able to gather myself, shaking off the dirt and mud and leaves.
I am finally able to somewhat stand and faced the walk down the mountain. Not really wanting to go, but knowing I have no choice.
11/10/2005 5:30 pm
why dont you have a choice????|
maybe this time around the path up the mountain might be a little easier....you might even see something you missed out the first time around....the fact that you can stare the down the mountain is pretty amazing. knowing where you have been and what you have been through...somewhere inside you have the choice to go back down..or back up!
or even stay where you are soak up all that is good and new where you are!
now you knew...that i would have a comment like this..a little late...but still just as effective!!!!! been missing you!!!!
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