FLYING HIGH I was a trapeze artist as a child, flying high and feeling free. I loved that wonderful feeling, defying the odds, whatever they may be. Where was another mountain to climb? I grew up in the early seventies, A female, that like to soar high. The higher the mountain, the higher I could fly. When the daredevil went to college, What could she possibly be? Where was another mountain to climb? Law Enforcement fit the bill. It was totally unacceptable at that time. It was a high mountain, and I intended to shine. I was flying high and feeling free. Mastering a world that did not want me. But eventually being shown admiration and respect. Overcoming all the obstacles that was the key. Where was another mountain to climb? I went to Law School. I thought nothing could stop me now. I made it half way through, before a careless teenager, with a foot of , lead backed over me in a parking lot, and unfortunately, he broke my head. Two years of hard work and the highest mountain of my life. And I was able to go back to work And somewhat resume a regular life. Where was another mountain to climb? I then started having uncontrolled seizures, None of the medicines were able to help. My employer no longer wanted me, this feeling of failure I had never felt before. The failure taught me about humility. Acceptance taught me that it was not my failure. I will now always have a mountain to climb. This mountain is very crowded, There are many that belong to my club. We are all climbing mountains, But this mountain can teach us about self-love. No matter how high the mountain, Regardless of how dense the trail, as long as we keep trying, We don’t ever really fail. by: Debbie M. Wilson 6-28-96
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 14:05:46 +0000
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