Hero

The man stood there in a black suit that glowed silver and gold as if my savior. I was loosing breath and was falling deeper into the thousand year sleep. The blackness came over me. It grabbed my soul and ripped it from my body. My head rolled over my neck and my arms became numb. The knife, still pierced into my abdomen, felt heavy and seemed to be the stopper for the blood that could have been pouring from my body. I had no time to reach down and grab it for the cliff's edge was becoming weaker and weaker. I held tight to the man's hand and prayed. Its as if my voice was stolen when the chunk of the cliff I was standing on broke off and tumbled down the side causing a sort of avalanche effect. At that moment, I nearly fainted and lost grip of the man's hand.

I fell, down, off the side of the cliff and was free falling to the jagged rocks that covered the ground. The sound of the river became louder and louder. I could barely even open my eyes as the fear of my death came into my brain and I started to accept the fact that I wouldn't be here much longer. With my voice still gone with the wind, I prayed. I prayed for forgiveness, hope, good lives for my kids, and of course, a chance to survive. I was close to the ground now for I heard the waves crashing up against the rocks. I took in a deep breath and braced myself for impact. One second of pain and my whole life would be over. I opened my eyes. 3, 2, 1.....

The tone of the heart meter buzzed a long steady sound. I was out of my own body, hovering about the operating table. I appeared to be dead, but how come I was still here. I was looking at myself and thinking about all that had happened. I remember crashing into the water and hitting the sea floor, then coming back up to the surface. I remember the helicopter hovering above me and the man dragging me to the ladder that would carry me up. I don't remember anything else though. Staring at my cold wet body gave me the sense of sadness and depression. I hovered over the monitors and thumped them a few times, just to see if the heartbeat would start again, but nothing happened. A bright white light was on the wall above my bed and I seemed to be drawn to it, like a moth to a porch light.

A few moments passed when a doctor came in and started to perform CPR. Many other doctors came in with machines, shocking my cold bodies chest, and blowing air into my mouth. Suddenly, I opened my eyes. I was no longer floating above the crowd. They surrounded me and were putting oxygen masks on my face and putting IV tubes up my arms. I was in pain but that didn't matter. I knew I would survive. The bright light had disapeared and my kids ran into the room and were right beside me. These kinds of experiences teach you that you cant take for granted what you have and who you have. You must remember everything and be true to your family, friends, and creator.