A Leap of Faith

I could reach out and touch the heavens if I wanted. The clouds were a dream of cotton candy. The day was perfect and I was waiting for the inevitable moment that angels would start singing a gentle hallelujah from their cotton candy castles above. But with a violent shudder brought on by looking down at the lake below, I was brought back to the task at hand. I better just jump and get it over with. The more I looked down, the more convinced I was that I was sprouting feathers and would be forced to spend the rest of my clucking. Cluck Cluck Cluck. So that’s that then. I have to jump or commit to living a life as a chicken. Why must the angels condemn me so?! Stepping closer to the edge of the mountainous cliff, a small rock plummets in a death jump to the bottom of the lake. No way. I can’t do this. I will end up at the bottom of the lake just like the helpless rock. Take a deep breath. One more step and I am back at the edge. My toes wiggle as though they are trying desperately to fly away from this crazy place. I guess clucking isn't so bad. At least I will be alive. I close my eyes and jump. The air rapidly whooshes by me and my life flashes before my eyes. Well my triumph over becoming a chicken flashed before my eyes. Don’t forget to hold your breath! My stomach is in my chest and the adrenaline is unbelievable. I could probably throw a bus right now so my brothers shouldn't mess with me. My feet touch the water and the adrenaline trumps the panic. As each part of my body is submerged in the icy water, I am reminded of my victory here today. The gentle hallelujah from the angels comes crashing down on me as my head breaks the surface. I’m alive. “Let’s do that again!”