One year ago today a tsunami swept through my family, threatening to destroy us. I was pulled far out to sea and drug down to dark, watery depths, unable to breathe. Mere moments before succumbing to my fate, a tiny mermaid came along and directed me to an air pocket. There, clinging to little but sea grass and hope, I managed to hang on. Weak and exhausted from fighting the elements, I yearned to die in this watery grave.
As the very last of my spirit and essence was about to be extinguished, a huge sea creature rose up from beneath me and propelled me to the surface of the ocean. Dazzled by the unaccustomed sun, eyes sealed shut by briny salt, I was startled when the creature spoke. “Girly, there is your shore, your horizon. It is far, but if you make the effort you will arrive and a new destiny awaits you. It will be exhausting and extremely difficult, but you’ve fought these battles before, you can yet again. Fight hard, prevail, and I promise a wondrous new reality awaits you on that distant shore.”
Pray for me; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.