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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The water rushed by pulling at me as I struggled to hold onto the moss covered rocks, but they were slippery and my hands to not grasp them. I was getting tired and the water was numbing cold, it seemed to want me. Was I to die today, to be washed away in this fast moving stream and down the rapids. The sound of the water was a roar. I could scream, but I would not be heard in this ravine. It was a beautiful day for a walk in nature and looking down at the sparkling water I had thought it seemed so lovely. I wanted to get some photographs so, I made a decision to take what appeared to be a path down to the stream. I stepped onto it and it seemed fine, so I began the descent. It was a bit steeper than it had appeared and I found myself holding onto branches. I noticed the ground was wet and soggy and suddenly I was falling, tumbling, crashing through the lush foliage and coming to a stop in the water. It was deep and the current was strong and I knew that I only had moments. "Dear Lord, I don't want to die today, not today, not like this!" In my mind, I saw myself floating with my beautiful hair flowing around me and my eyes staring up, unseeing, at the Lord's painted sky. "Dear Lord, help me, help me!" It was then, that I noticed a branch hanging out over the water and I grabbed it, and pulled and pulled myself up onto the rocks. Why had I not noticed that branch before? I climbed up the slope on my hands and knees to the top. I was covered in mud and leaves as I staggered home, and still I had not seen a single person in the park. At home I stripped off my muddy clothes and put on my nightgown. I climbed into bed and pulled up the covers and I wept and wept. I gave thanks to the Lord for being there for me in my terrible time of need. He gave me back my life, that branch was his helping hand. The Lord has a plan for me and it was not written that I was to die this day. I am so thankful for this chance and for the important lesson learned. Nature can be both beautiful and deadly, it must be respected, for it can be cruel and unfeeling. ______________________________ September 14, 2015 Narrative For the contest, Giving Thanks, sponsor, Edward Ebbs Third Place
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