Narrative Essay On Lifeguard

At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and

“Don’t look down” the wind whispers tenderly as it blows through my golden trusses. Trifling detailed fragments of snow fall from the skies above, meeting the horizon. They are the calmness in this storm. My storm. The jagged icy glaciers, sharp as a knife, smooth as silk, tower overhead. Every breath I take is a battle, every thought is a war and every step is one closer to the end.

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

The National Crew is quite demanding from what I have heard from friend who have been apart of the program. You need to be able to withstand several weeks of 56 hour work weeks, with unideal conditions, in a wide variety of difficult environments.

Heart beating fast, breathing hard, running for my life. Was this the end? Was my life near its deadline? I was in mid thought before it had struck me.

I think i found my destination. Sheer magnitude of energy arose from my body. I felt unreal. Seriously. Have you ever stop and question your existence. Who am i and why am i here? Detachment and utter numbness of “reality”. This anomalous out-of-body experience rush must means this is the end me? “ Mike i have to go to the hospital i think i'm dying.” I said panicking at my inner experience. I was an onlooker of this universe - at least it seemed. “ Brenda please relax, youre not dying. and stop crying!” he said as he walked me to his car. “ come on, I am going to take you to my house.” . From this moment i knew this isn't what i wanted to

Then there were a lot of obstacles. They kept getting in my way. A stone fence was in my way and when I tried to go around, I fell. When I was close to the end, I fell. I made back to where I was.

I opened the door and lost my footing as I was reaching for the light switch. I fell down the stairs, each step hitting my body on the way down. Until, in the quiet darkness, my head hit the cold concrete floor

As were climbing up the latter’s, you glance underneath, you start getting frightened a little. You really want to climb down but you know there’s tons of people climbing as well as you. You don’t want to make them mad or even bother them, As you’re getting higher and higher, you get more fear and feels like you have knots in your stomach. Ugh what do I do I’m about to the top.

But, then the ceiling started to cave in. I was so afraid I was going to die. All of the other times I’ve been close to death could never prepare me for this. We had to hold up the ceiling with our combined telekinesis and try to get to a part of the subway that wasn’t on the verge of collapsing. Just thinking about it now makes my bones ache.

Despite the men buzzing with thrill and excitement to witness that a lanky scrawny man like me is going against a menacing undefeatable wall of restrain. I could still perceive my heart pound like a thousand drum as adrenaline rush through my brain. Coldly i begin move towards the wall. As i placed both feet on the stone my feet decided to plant itself onto the stone due to the horrific nature of the outcome my body becomes still. But fear propelled me to leap toward the rope getting hold of it i realise that gravity was acting against me, the rope was as slippery as a politicians conscience my grasp begin to loosen, my palms are feeling restless. Upon getting to the tip of the brick I could detect an unpleasant odour of gas coming from the chamber surrounding me and it pulling me back with a force mightier than storm itself.

Remember the feeling you get when when you’re at the top of a roller coaster and you’re climbing and climbing and are about to go down? Well, that’s how I feel right now but with no one around me to hold my hand nor comfort me when I am scared. I felt as if i was going to fall. I saw the city from above and could see the whole world around me. I saw the leaves rustle, for the wind is stronger up here. I look to see who would be following me, but no one was there. Should I fall or should I wait for someone to come rescue me up here?

Some of my friends tumble to the side in terror of the light and the vast hand started drawing closer, yet I still stand tall. I am all of a sudden choked by the grip around me, as I am lifted into the air and immediately set onto a hard surface. I soon understand that I have at last been decided for the undertaking. It is my time. It is my turn. It is my… responsibility.

Everyone has a breaking point. I was close to mine. The walls felt like they were closing in around me. I was forced to walk in a single file line like a first grader. The only light was from the small openings in the rigid cement walls. My legs were screeching in pain. I have climbed hundreds of steps and it was unknown how many more. None of us had been here before. All I could tell was that we were going up fast and the ground was becoming farther away. The fear of plummeting to your death was a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I remind myself not to look down but it was inevitable. I had to look. I would have not continued if it was not for the fact that you had to go up in order to go down. I knew that even though it was not

I could hear the sound of my blood pumping through my head; my hands quivered and gripped the rope as tight as possible. The only voices I could hear were the ones in my head telling me not to go, not to risk the chance of something going wrong, one slip up and my life could end in seconds. Why am I even here right now? Out of all the chaos I could hear a faint whisper of a soft compelling voice telling me to lean back, to let go of all the stress and pain. I held my breath and could feel my heart in my ears as I trusted the voice unbeknown to me leaning over the extreme drop…….. And my harness caught me at a ninety degree angle with my back pointed straight at the ground! I can still feel the adrenaline and excitement now and it was at that moment I knew this was the start of a new beginning.