I smiled at the nurse as she pulled the blankets up around my shoulders. Today had been a good day. My whole family had come to visit. We had had a small birthday party for one of the little ones in the basement of the nursing home. It had been the time of my life, and one of the few fun things that happened in this place. Trying to move to a more comfortable position made everything hurt again. I didn’t want to lose the ability to see my kids and grandkids, but I did want all this pain to go away. At this point, no amount of drugs seemed to made a dent in it. Dying of ovarian cancer wasn’t a fun way to go. Even with surgeries the cancer had gotten into everything. I was making it longer than expected, but that seemed harder on my family. I had already talked to them about celebrating my life when I passed away, but nothing is for sure once you have no control over it.
I started working on a college diploma in woodworking when I failed out of university. I spent a lot of effort to be able to get into a university program. I took extra summer school courses to upgrade some of my grades. I was ready to get my university life on the road.
Rolling out of bed that morning, I felt like I had gone to sleep only moments before. I needed to start heading home at a more reasonable hour or I was going to literally die at this job. Somehow field missions were never as tiring as all this office work. Checking my neural up-link, I could see that I had a message from Clark, the head of my department. He wanted to know if any progress had been made locating Earnest Crook. The fact that his name was Crook and he was a criminal had made us all chuckle the first time; now it just seemed like a bad joke. I opened a response to the message and used my external keyboard to quickly type one out.
The skies are lit with fire
It rained for half the days of the year. The heavens seemed to open up, and water flowed as if it was being poured from a bucket. The lower lands flooded, and everyone had to live on the tops of the mountains that poked their heads out over the water surface. For the other half of the year, the sun beat down so hard it drew large cracks through the ground. In both seasons nothing could grow—it was either too wet or far too dry. During the hot months, it was almost impossible to live on the top of the mountains. It was always far hotter there than anywhere else. There were ways around these things, or there would be no one to tell you this story; this is the story of survival.
In the summer of 2017, I went on a Holiday to the Galapagos Islands in Ecuador. It was one of the most magical holidays I have ever gone on and would like to share the ups and downs of such a holiday here. Each boat that tours the island has to submit an itinerary to the governments which sends it back with changes made. With this kind of control, the government can make sure there is only one boat doing an activity in one place at one time. This makes one of the most frequented tourist destinations seem peaceful and secluded even though there are thousands of people there at one time.