Moving forward, such a bold statement to make. Change is coming, this is true, because to move forward, there has to be change. Change in my choices and change in my life.
Freedom, one word with so many meanings. Each of you had a fleeting thought when you saw that word, what it meant to you. Maybe to you it was that you just retired and the world is now your personal playground. Perhaps you just graduated and you have no classes to study for or tests to stress over.
I will start by saying to all the people in my life, "I am sorry!"
I have worked for the FBI for most of my adult life. I spend my days and nights searching for the criminally insane. The individuals who commit horrendous murders.
I hurt so bad. You would think that I would be numb to the pain by now. The punches and beatings I can handle. They came so frequent. If I wasn't being beat I worried about what was to come. Scared of my own shadow, flinching every time he touched me, wanting him and hating him at the same time.
I am still breathing so I know that I am alive. I can't see anything. I open my eyes, but it is pitch black and my eyes see only darkness. No sounds to give me a clue as to where I am. Am I in my bed waking from a dream? I just don't know. I know it is dark and quiet. Smell. I smell wood. When you walk into Lowes lumber entrance and all you can smell is fresh lumber. Yes, that is what I smell, fresh lumber. Okay, so now I am going to lift my hand out in front of me to see what I touch, maybe there was just a blackout and the power is out. Wait, I can't lift my arm, only my hand. My hand touches wood. I move my hand up and down and realize where the lumber smell is coming from. The smell is so strong of wood because I am surrounded by it. I am in a box surrounded by fresh lumber. A box, no I am in a coffin.