My Thoughts on a Lifeline

I was hiking on the steep side of the Chagrin. It was a swollen churning rage of mud and debris, chocolate milk. Not the river to be in. Unless you wish to be swept off your feet in a far from romantic Neptunian kinda way… more like impaled by a raging wild boar and being drug off screaming while Neptune introduces you to an entirely new type of waterboarding. not something anyone with a semblance of sense or sanity dare wade into.

As fate would have, I noticed a woman on a small island of rocks. The island was rapidly shrinking due to rising water and more and more of the rocks being washed away. Naturally, she was cring for help.

“Come and get me”, she screamed.

“That is not going to be possible, I have a rope in my truck. I’ll be back.”

“No, come and get me” again.

Having that sense previously mention, I knew that was not an option. I also knew I had a good rope in my truck. I reassured her, grabbed the life-line, and returned.

My first toss wasn’t so good but she didn’t move at all or even try to reach for it. Bring it to me” she said. Finally, she did grab the rope.

Next thing you know she is trying to pull me to her and not the other way around… a lethal game of tug of war ensued. I was not into it. I let go of the rope.

The moral of the story is if you get your self stuck in some dumb ass situation, have no clue as to how to get out of it, don’t try and have me drown with you.. I will let go every time.

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