A Wish, a Dream and the Reality
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Sit right on back and I will tell you what happened to me that special evening. It's something that I will never ever forget. You see, I had this strange dream that one mystical night, but to tell you the truth, it felt so real, it honestly did. To this day I still have my doubts. Well I can tell you all I want to, that it seemed to be real, but I will let you to decide for yourself. I was in bed waking up from a much-needed rest, as it looked like there was an angel descending from my ceiling. I was in total shock, rubbing my eyes as I saw this creature of light coming from the ceiling in, and wondered how and where this heavenly being came from. The angel said to me, "It is true that you have been praying for things to be different, to see how life would be if you were able to walk. This is your wish and so it shall be granted to you." Then I got up from bed as I normally do, getting ready for school and having breakfast. As I was getting up to get changed, using the furniture as my support, something-felt funny, more like weird. It was a feeling in my legs that I couldn't explain. As I was trying to figure out what was going on, I tripped and my grip was no longer there. I was trying to take hold of something because I didn't want to start my day on a bad note. This is where it got really weird for me. My left leg all of a sudden came out from behind me and my foot was placed down so I wouldn't fall. I was thinking this couldn't be happening to me as my leg came from under me to catch my fall. I was just in total amazement. I awoke my parents to tell them this great news and to show them my new abilities. I was doing jumping jacks and other childish things, the things that I wanted to do since I was a kid. They were amazed at what I was doing, for they thought it was a miracle and it was. I called every one of my friends telling them what had happened to me. They didn't believe me until they saw with their own eyes, me, running as fast as I could without the use of my crutches or my wheelchair. I went to a local track and ran a mile sprint. I went to the mall without any help, jumping and leaping with my arms waving in the air, like I just didn't care. I didn't even take the elevator. I was even able to do something I have always dreamed of as a child, I climbed a tree. I was tired with all the running that I have done, but with the excitement of it all I couldn't stop. I never wanted this day to end. Yeah, I know I was supposed to go to school but this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me and school could go on without me for a day. This was greater than any test or any project that had to be done or that I will ever do. I never wanted this day to end because I didn't know how long this would last. I wanted to take every minute of it and cherish it. Now with this new life of mine I felt like I could do anything that I wanted to. It was like my self-esteem and my self-confidence had been lifted up from me because I didn't have anything to pull me back anymore. I was a new man. Nothing could ever stop me now. I was feeling so good about myself, I didn't even stop and think that it could have been tomorrow or the next day or the next day after that, that I could have been back to my "normal life", it was just going so good. I was just living in the now. This was all still new to me. I then began to go through some changes in my life, some good and some bad. I began to turn away from religion as I made new life decisions on my own, for my own. Because I no longer had the need for my crutches, I felt as though nothing could hold me back anymore. And I began to believe that I no longer needed to trust in a God who made me the way I once was. I had become a lady's man. I was no longer shy as I had been in the past. The women began to see me differently now, whether it was my new ability as I was no longer part of that decreptive wheelchair or in need of those crutches, or it might have been my new found confidence in myself. Whatever it was, I just didn't care. Things were finally going my way. At this time of my life I now had the courage to ask this one woman out that I had my eye on for quite sometime now. What did I have to lose, for it was this moment that I have been longing for, to go over and talk to her and without the fear of being a charity case. I couldn't tell you what happened then because it was getting blurry, like somebody was waking me up from a really bad dream.
But what I do remember is that she was this magnificent and beautiful woman. It was love at first sight, at least for me. Her name was Jacqueline. When I first saw her it was like God parted the heavens and placed this goddess in my life, whether she knew it or not. She had a figure that no man on earth could resist. She had all the right things in all the right places; long dark hair, eyes of gold, a smile that could brighten the darkest days and more. She was a smart, intellectual woman as well. I would do anything for her, if she only knew.
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Things became blurry once again and the next thing I remember is that I was running from the law. What I was running from I don't exactly recall. All I can tell you is this, I had some strange powdery substance on my upper lip, like that of crack cocaine or something to that effect and that my arms were hurting like I had been stabbed a few hundred times. The only thing that was keeping me alive is that I was able to run faster and faster away from the policemen, faster than I had ever been able to move before. But it all ended for I had no place left to go, for I was trapped in a dead-end. It was at that time when I dropped on my knees and prayed and begged God for His forgiveness and to wish the wish was never spoken, wishing for my old life back. And then it sounded like guns were fired as I knelt there with my shaky arms covering my head in fright. Then I arose with many of the bullets piercing my flesh. This was the end of my life. All of a sudden, there came along a haunting image of a grave with my name and a message that said in red "He Wished To Be Different, Though He Wasn't The Same" came quickly towards me and to which I'll never forget. I then abruptly awoke screaming and gasping for air. For it was only a dream. Or was it? I was then wide-awake as I franticly took a deep breath and tried to think of what just happened. For I couldn't think straight with all the confusion running around in my head. I was checking if everything was on straight and checking my head to see if I hadn't lost my mind. I was also checking to see if I was still able to walk and if there was any sign of me having been shot. Well I went to the bathroom, at least I tried to the first time without any support of my bed. To my surprise I went face first to the floor. So that part had to be a dream, but it felt so real. As I got up from the floor, I made it to the bathroom at last, where I splashed the coldest water on my face, to make sure that this wasn't another dream. I then checked the mirror to see if I had any wounds of any sort that I hadn't had before. There was something that appeared to be new. It looked like the size of the round of bullet that had killed me. But again to my dismay I was in utter confusion, I didn't know my left from my right, I didn't know dream from reality and didn't know how this scar came to be. It was beyond my thinking of being strange. It just seemed all so real. A few hours had passed and I had fallen asleep once again in exhaustion, trying to make sense of all this. Suddenly, the same angel who had come to me once appeared again. As he descended down from the heavens he said, "Don't you worry, for the Lord has done a great and marvelous thing in your life. For He has granted your wish and He has let you experience what it was that you were seeking. He gave you legs that made you feel free to run about. He gave you the courage to talk to the female gender comfortably, without nervousness. But you decided to walk away from life itself. Sure, it seemed to be the greatest thing in your life but you seemed to have forgotten that God sent His son because you didn't have the support that He gave you anymore. And as for the scar you have on your chest, that is just to remind you that you wanted to be different and yet you were. All that stopped you was yourself." You see I am a changed man from that life experience. I will never, ever regret this handicap that has made me the man that I am today. The things I have learned I take close to heart, the things that I did regret. I wouldn't wish any of it among my enemies. I will never forget that night, what some call a dream, but to me the reality of things. For this is the man I am, that you see before your eyes.
Let me know what you think of my first writing? Chris A. O'let
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