WHERE AM I?

It took him longer to orient himself than usual. The moon shone above to light his surroundings. His head felt heavy, and his eyes were dry. Waking up in the middle of the night was disorienting. Since his recent health problems, he felt so much pressure to be normal. I say normal meaning a functioning adult with normal capabilities like driving and working. His days were spent watching T.V., lying in bed most of the day and of course eating three meals a day. He had snacks if his wife and son walked to town that morning. It took the young father of a sixteen-year-old son a while to get himself together in the mornings. Though, he had decided in the early morning before dawn that today would be different. Today was the day his life would change. Zeke refused to feel sorry for himself. He had an overwhelming passion to model acceptance of life’s changes. He was given the gift of being a father. He knew it was a blessing. Still, he wanted to show his son that life goes on despite changes. Life was nowhere near like it used to be when his life was flourishing as an adult. Yet, Zeke was still alive. This left him with no choice. “I am only thirty-three-year-old”, he said. “I can’t go down without a fight”. This stroke thing at a young age was beyond his comprehension. Zeke thought, “I would adapt to my life as it was now. Somehow, I just need to figure out how”.

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜