I don’t remember it, unless it’s in dreams, and then I wouldn’t even recognize it if it came up; but I know it may be the most impulsive thing I have ever done.

I’ve never asked anyone about it – the way it went down, the build up and the aftermath, the long moments in between where destiny hung in the balance. To be honest, I’m can only say that I know with certainty the identity of one other who was there with me; the rest are all either maybes or now lost to the wiles of time.

Although it was monumental, I probably have never, and can never appreciate enough that accomplishment, as common as it may seem; I have, however, always been proud and respectful enough to protect the fruit of this labor with as much of my will as possible, unlike some – some of whom have also been lost.

I don’t know if I was hanging upside down or not, but I do know that it was the most crazy, outrageously impulsive thing I’ve ever done; in response to several environmental factors previously unknown to me, possibly with the additional insult of being struck by another human being —

I drew my first breath.

This post was prompted by today’s Daily Post prompt.