9Maybe..just maybe if I hadn't gone to starbucks that day. Maybe if I hadn't of tried to be hero. Maybe that man with the gun, maybe he wouldn't have killed me, maybe if I didn't save that women's life. They say many things about death, dieing before your time, but when it happens, this immense feeling of joy fills your whole body. Simply put, life is beautiful. I think, that maybe life teaches us something about death. Maybe that cool summer breeze swaying threw the oak trees at my grandmother's house, and maybe the creeking noise of the my swingset while I was little. Or maybe the way my mom smiled, and somehow I knew that I would be okay, one way or another.
Hero, that's what I am, I saved a women's life, well really I just saved my own. I had become my job, I couldn't see the beauty of a flower anymore, I couldn't smell a soft winter fall breeze. So I felt like a plain boring black coffie, one scoup of surger that day. Maybe, if I hadn't gone there, I wouldn't be free.
Just a very short thing I wrote because I felt like it, bascily the whole point is, stop for a moment to watch the sunset or enjoy a cool summer breeze, well living in the country constantly reminds me of that.