Grabbing Hold Of A Golden Power Surge

While holding his lil brown jug Southwind Ozzie who had golden blonde hair with bronze skin breezed crossed the finish line. The next day the newspapers ran small side bars that said like American mercury the stars and stripes fixture finished fast n first.

That was years ago and today the athletic marvel sat on the porch of his beachside apartment enjoying the world’s mystery of waves coming and going. Some said in a few words that the whole episode was over in a flash for no apparent reason. Others could not understand why there was not more space giving to the sporting exhibition. They believed that more attention would have changed the situation from a short story to a chapter book. But that is all it was a few paragraphs with under 1,000 words. Not enough to even make major headlines.

Sitting in his chair Southwind Ozzie stared to the large body of water, “no one ever took serious why I ran so fast on that day?” He pondered to himself as the surf crashed on to the beach. “And I thought holding onto my lil brown jug was a nice touch to the spectacle that needed some electricity.”

It was a cold Thursday afternoon and the television people from America were wearing their yellow jackets which they thought would lure viewers to their network to view a taped presentation of something newsworthy.

Apparently, the runner on this day was supposed to go at a quick trot during the first phase then speed up the pace to win a competition whose prize was a medal. As the yellow jackets read from a script that was prepared in a studio of writers who shifted through history books as well as hand written biographies that only a chicken could understand the scratch. Ozzie tied his shoelaces and stretched making sure everything was fit ready to tackle this semi tough endeavor.

Then the gun went off which signaled the college aged warrior started his contribution to the thousands in the stands and millions at home. Just like the others in the field Ozzie had the same competitive pace but halfway through the spectacle something hit him that caused his strides to be longer. It was like a jolt that challenged his concentration. And even know he was at a full out sprint he was able to grab his lil brown jug with his free hand. Seconds later he saw the point of destination and when it was over the physical demands made him collapse to the ground with fatigue that bordered on pain. There was his lil brown jug spilling liquid all over the track and a desperate attempt to stop the flowing was made. And with only a few drops left Ozzie saved his lil brown jug.

After catching his breath one of the reporters wearing a yellow jacket asked Ozzie, “what made him spurt in the final minutes?” And he honestly answered the question, “I knew I really had to go, so I went,”. After his interview his teammates splattered him with what was in their lil brown jugs.

Now that those days are over the only time, he finds himself grabbing his lil brown jug is to run from the porch to the place where it is all right to let the container empty. So, when you see someone emptying their lil brown jug in public tell them to sit down and relax the golden power surge was worth it in the end.

Comments