The path winds down to the water-that's where my heart has been since I was in my coma-the result of a fight with God-I wanted to quit and join Mom... God had other ideas-He said, "kayaking? Yea sure-Go Kayaking..." and so I did... those who loved me stayed here, talked to me, noticed that I didn't seem the same... Little did they know that the "real me" was out on windy water-a home of sorts. It was only after awakening that I found out those who loved me found months of reasons NOT to enable me to return "home."

Hard headed I might be, but I got there on my own two legs, and paddled with my own two arms. True My left seems to be weaker than my right, and I've not the endurance that I once had, but I'll be darned if the "world," full of blame and inconsistencies, will keep this from me anymore...

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