Today as I walked on the treadmill a vision as clear as day popped into my head. I saw myself floating on an inner tube in the ocean. The water was choppy and dark and it took all the energy and courage I had just to stay afloat. I didn’t see any way out but at the same time I would not give-in to my demise. Somewhere deep inside I held onto hope, the hope that I would survive this ordeal. At some point I saw a well lit boat in the distance. I prayed for strength to move towards the boat and it seemed like eternity before I reached the boat. Once there I saw a rope being tossed down to me and all of a sudden I felt exhausted. I told myself that I had used up all my energy just to get there, but I knew that I was absolutely afraid of what was on the boat’s deck, the unknown. You see I was familiar with my struggle just to survive in the ocean, but now I’m presented with something new and unfamiliar. I looked back at the ocean which was dark, deep and vast and my heart shuttered. I then looked up at the boat and my curiosity grew. I reached within and mustered up courage to energize my body to climb the rope and once I reached the deck I knew instantly I was where I was supposed to be.