I live in a condo down by the boats on the waterfront. It’s a gorgeous place to live and the inside of the condos are spectacular and comfortable.
But what I love about the waterfront is the boats, our boats. Little fishing and yacht boats that we rent out to people. I love going out on my own and guiding a boat home just as twilight hits.
But my husband is always telling me to wear a life jacket. I hate those constricting things. Then one day my boat jerks sharply and I fall out of the boat. I’m not a good swimmer in these frigid waters and I feel myself getting numb. My splashing and hollering becomes less and less. Then hands reach out to pull me out. They are the hands of God and I realize I am dead.
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