Meeting Him
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Last published Fri, Oct 3, 2014
There’s a point in a person’s life, there’s one moment fuelled by pure adrenaline. That moment when you take a risk no matter the consequences and you know what can happen and you know what can’t but in that moment you’re only living life for yourself. One moment could be one second but at that moment nothing else matters. That is the moment that you make yours and you are oblivious to everything else. You get to choose how you spend that moment you could be drunk, you could be holding on to your last breathe but once that moment is over its gone, that moment of bravery and courage that a heroine or hero himself doesn’t posses is grabbed from you. Taken from your grasp never to be returned and my friends I might sound dramatic but I speak from experience. My moment was one night that changed my life it might have been for the better or for the worst but that’s my story to tell and your’s to find out.
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