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Short story/Poem: "Were you ever in my Boat?"
Were you ever in my boat?
There was a time I drank like a fish. My boat was sinking very fast and I had to do something very rather rapidly because it only a matter of a short time, I knew I couldn't last. There was no time to be repeating any of those no good wishes, realizing that this water was coming in really quick, and, and I also it was now or never I know I could not let this opportunity past.
I knew it was time to bring out the big guns. So I thought about my father again, needing his spiritual guidance and advice. Man my father! He was a super heavy drinker. Though you may find this strange, I knew for quite sometime that needed to thank him, and this was also my opportunity.
Maybe I went a little further, than even he would have liked. Because he went that way, so that I would not have to. Once he knew there was no gas inside, trust me, I know my father, there is no way he would let me ride that bike. Cause I remember him quite well I can almost hear him saying: Son, do like I say, don’t do like I do!
It would have been real difficult, if I had to learn all about alcohol on my own. Oh yes father I thank you, for all the life lessons you already shown.
I blamed it all on you, those days when I was a kid. But you know about kids , they have nothing better to do. But here I am now , a man, and I am telling you , had I not have those lessons, in the palm of my hands and at my disposal, I will be a grown man yes, but the power of alcohol, would have left me with a rotten proposal!
I was starting to get real thirsty and rather slim, every glass that I drank from was always filled, overflowing at the rim. Where you ever in my boat? Like a fish out of water, and still if anyone tried to stop me, it’s a waste, might as well they didn’t bother.
I knew how my Dad handled it and I knew that I had that experience in my corner. Real quickly I was able to run to that place where I belong, knowing what so many people was now saying, I could no longer be listening to others thinking, they had something on me.
They were accusing me, playing that Alcoholic song. It’s not a life that good, but rather one that’s I knew was wrong, it makes you pretend to not be having any clue, infected with a disease, one if left untreated, recovery would be made increasingly long.
Living in a state of never knowing what best to do. Family and friends thinking that their worst nightmare is coming on through. Smoking cigarettes Just like one, two, three but I was already convinced, that the Most High God, did not designed my nostrils to discard the smoke, acting like some human chimney.
How do you know what’s good for you? Where else can one learn than from those who for us have the most sincere love and care. They are always the ones who truly got our backs, when stimulants and drugs like those , come around for that final time to launch its attack!
Especially parents who have themselves been there and done that!
Were you ever in my Boat?
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