The Beauty of Life...

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The Beauty of Life…

A TRUE story retold and experienced by "Mixxie"

It was two summers ago at a place called Fort Wilderness. It is quite a beautiful camp in the middle of the forest that was surrounded by tall trees and rocky trails. Not too far from the camp was a reasonably small lake, a pond almost. This lake had water that had ripples that looked like shining stars with smoothly polished pebbles below. I enjoyed every minute of this camp until one unusually dubious evening when something astonishing happened. It is truly something, I will never, for as long as I live…will ever forget.

The sun was setting calmly in the evening sky and my friends and I just finished up our appealing diners. At last, the camp was calming down. The three of my friends and I decided to take a relaxing dip in the warm summer waters.

We headed to the beach and we just could not wait to get in. We unwrapped our towels and raced to where the water gracefully ran over the beach of white sand. Oh, how we enjoyed the feel of the water streaming through our fingers. We were having the time of our lived.
We splashed around, then all of the sudden, out of nowhere… we realized that something has gone terribly wrong. “Where is Marrissa?” my friend’s voice sounded so tender, so anxious as she spoke. At that very moment, I felt a cool chill run down my spine.

Our dear friend was missing. We searched and searched…under the old willows…inside the abandoned boats…but she was just nowhere to be found. Then something caught my eye. It looked like a body just floating there face down in the middle of the lake. “It’s Marrissa!” My heart beat fast…for I was thinking of what could have possibly happened to this poor girl.

We swam and swam until we had finally reached the still and cold body. We turned her over so her head was out of the water. When I looked at her, I nearly had a heart attack. Her skin was tough and as white as a fresh blanket of snow. Her lips were as blue as the deep blue ocean. Her eyes were as red as slow burning embers. They were rolled back, only making visible the “whites” of her eyes.

I looked at her fingernails and they were turning bright blue. When your finger nails turn blue, it is a sign that your body is not getting enough oxygen. I noticed that she was not breathing. “Whoever is the fastest swimmer, go and get an adult who knows CPR and HURRY!!!” I yelled frantically to my friends.

My remaining friend tried to help me swim her to shore. I felt as if I was pulling a herd of elephants. The water made it so hard to move her. The closer we got to shore, the whiter, bluer, bloated, and stiffer she got. As we approached the shore, one of my friend’s mother raced into the water. There were about twenty other kids standing on the shore with expressions of terror on her face. My friend’s mother reached us and carried her the rest of the way.

I was relieved from the weight, but not from the tension and fear. I ran onto the shore where Marrissa’s rock hard body lay on a pile of towels and blanked that the kids had brought. My friend’s mother laid a blanket over her body. She started doing CPR. I have never seen anybody be so aggressive in my whole entire life. I walked up to Marrissa. “Check her pulse” I granted the mother’s request and checked her pulse.

I placed my finger on the side of her neck and her wrist. I still felt a pulse. Not too long after that, the most frightening happened. A cold breeze swept through the crowd and gave us all a chill. Then I heard a deep man’s voice speak… “Be prepared for what will happen next.” Who said that! I thought to myself…There were no men in sight. They were all gathered up at the camp.

Then it happened… All of the sudden, the pulse stopped… I listened to the silence of the atmosphere. Not even a single person spoke a word. The shadows of the old willows dawned down upon us. I whispered… “She’s… She’s dead”. My voice was as cold as ice and as hard as stone. The mother checked her pulse. I was a tear run down the side of her cheek. She nodded…Sure enough…I had just experienced a loss of a life.

My heart beat rapidly to the rhythm of the lake. The mother placed a blanket over her head. There was Marrissa, lying there…lifeless. I tremble at the thought of the experience. We just stood there, not knowing what in the world to do.

Then, the most miraculous thing ever happened. We heard soft splashes of water. There were small fish jumping in and out of the water. The shadows all seemed to disappear and there was a sudden sense of warmth in the air. I felt as if nothing happened at all. I did not feel any emotional pain or sorrow. In fact, I felt rather blissful. I felt like a happy little girl just laughs at anything and is completely carefree. I felt young again. I was daydreaming. Then something interrupted my thoughts. I heard a soft sigh and several tense coughs. I looked at Marrissa’s cloth coffin. I lifted the blanket off her face and there she was…eyes open and all. She was returning to her original hues, once again.

She looked like a newborn child. She looked so tender, so breakable. She smiled and sat up straight. I heard multiple gasps as she sat up. She was alive and well. It was pure miracle. Things like this do not happen every day. She whispered in a tender, almost heartbreaking voice… “Thank you.” My eyes started to water and I started to really heat up. I was so amazed. I opened up my arms wide and gave her the biggest hug I owned. I was crying so much that her blanket was all wet despite the water from the lake. “Someone up there must really care for you. He must have decided that your time is not over yet.” I whispered in her ear.

I just looked straight into her eyes and thought of how amazing this episode was. That night, the four of my friends including me decided to sleep on the beach next to the rolling tide. We laid down our sleeping bags and pillows and gazed upon the stars. Oh, there were so many stars up there. I have never seen so many in my life. At that very moment, I realized that there was something or someone beyond this world that cares for us. It is so amazing this thought… Before I closed my eyes, I looked up to the stars and whispered… “A little bit of love really does come from a long, long way…”

THE END