With a Breath of Air
Submitted by Thumb on February 14 1999 at 03:08:58
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Hi. Suddenly I find myself yet again in front of the computer screen, and by reading through the most recent posts - and the replies to my post on February 10th(titled "Prelude to Divinity"), I get the odd feeling that I actually belong here. Can it be that I've found what I've been looking for? I don't know that for sure yet, but I do know that I'm going to give it a chance. I can't tell you how grateful I am for your gracious words, and for letting me feel welcome here. My grateful heart goes out to F.O.D., Bach, and especially Ben. Thank you all, it means a lot to me! And to all of the people that come here, and share something so precious with the rest of us - for offering us a glimpse into their beautiful lives, thank you all so very much. You are of immeasurable help to us all. The encouragement that you guys have implanted in me, has made want to share some more with you. To give you a glimpse into MY life - but be warned, the following text is prone to get rather long and if you don't think you have the time nor interest to make yourself go through the process of reading it, this would be an appropriate place to stop reading. All the best to all of you! For those who, on the other hand, do read the rest: I am honored to share this with you. And it is my sincere wish, that you will find a way to enjoy it. Re-Union With the coming of the summer, I felt as if I had entered another dimension. My surroundings would suddenly diverge from the darkness and depression of winter, to a much brighter and happier place. With the first breath of the June air, my heart started pounding with the anticipation of being finally reunited with the love of my life. How long I had waited for the time to come, and how often I had pictured the moment we'd meet in my head. And because of my daydreams of winter, when the long-awaited day had finally come, it actually felt as if a dream had come true. It was a weird combination of feelings that seemed to be knit together in my chest, when I first arrived at the daycamps that summer. I was feeling ecstatic joy and anticipation, as well as nervousness and fright. While the kids were arriving one-by-one, and being signed in by their parents, my mind drifted back and forth - and I often had to pause a moment to catch my breath. It was so wonderful to see all the familiar faces, the little images of what great a summer it had been the year before. Most of the kids from the summer before returned that summer, and their faces lit up when they saw that I had also decided to come back, and have fun with them again. It was an incredible feeling meeting all of them again, but my mind wouldn't stay focused on anything but the one kid that seemed to be missing. As the traffic of kids and their parents started to slow down significantly, I felt great despair in not seeing him among the kids playing in the field. I started making all sorts of explanations in my head; "Maybe he moved away somewhere," "Perhaps he's on a three week trip to a foreign country with his parents," "My God, I hope he's not sick, or in a hospital somewhere - O dear God, make him be alright," "Could it be that he just decided not to come?" "Is it possible that he ... forgot what a great time we had together last summer??" Sitting on the grass, deep in these thoughts, I was suddenly pulled back to reality by a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Hi," a soft voice whispered in my ear. "How was your winter?" My heart suddenly stopped pounding in my chest, and I held my breath as I moved my head to look behind me. There he stood - the same angelic vision I had seen the summer before. His friendly face, made even friendlier with a beautiful smile, that could melt even the coldest of hearts. The brown emeralds in his eyes, looked me staight in the eye, and I felt the warmth I had always felt when I was near him the summer before. A lump formed in my throat, and I reached out, put my hand on his head, and with a smile I said: "I was beginning to think you might've signed up at the wrong daycamp , ol' buddy." And with a laugh, sweeter than honey, he put his arms around my head, hugged me, and said: "I knew you were still my best friend." -- This is where I'll end it for now. I'm glad you stuck around to read it, and again I'd like to thank everyone at Christian Boylove Forum, for making this a wonderful society to be a part of. For those interested: I will post more of my memoirs, and my contemporary experiences with my little friend and in life, every time I return to the forum. For now, it is time for me to go a-replying. God bless! and goodbye. Warm regards, Thumb |