surf trip of a life time

Planning the ultimate trip of any kind requires lots of personnal preference in order to be epic. Mine starts with planning the best, rewarding, pay off trip after college graduation. Going through week after grueling week of studying my imagination has taken me all over the world on this trip. It's almost like I'm a seasoned traveler already, being that I know everything i've just learned in med school. The week after graduation I find myself on a plane leaving everything behind. I'm on a mission by myself to surf the waves I've been dreaming and reading about since I was 15. My objective is clear and present.I awaken into a turbulent nightmare, i think I'm still dreaming. But I soon realize how awake I really am. The warm spatter across the back of my neck should be tropical water misting me as I cruise down and into my dreamy barrell. But my past two years of medical training tell me other wise. Apparently the pregnant woman behind me was shifting around trying to get comfortable again when the turbulence started. Her head must of hit the over head door that was down and split her forehaed wide open. Instinctively, I start going through the class room procedures just like we had extensively practiced. Asking for a partner in the medical field was like asking someone to be liable for this persons life. No one answered my plea for help. Getting the bleeding stopped and under control was not a simple task with the turbulence. I don't have in field military training for this but I'm prepared to give it my all. Just when the turbulence stopped I reached out to touch the compress i had made out of gauze from the planes first-aid kit. Just when my finger tip touched the area she let out a muscle spasm scream. Then a fist full of knuckles came shooting at my face. Waking up from being the helper, to being the patient. Wait a minute, why can't I move, why can I barely breath? Back out again. This went on for what seemed like forever, bits and pieces of memory fade. I feel like the patient on the video for the song One. The worst hang-over times a million, and then some, is a nice description of the way I wish I felt. What could ever be worse I thought as I start to take in my surroundings. I knew I still couldn't move and could still barely breath, so as I start procesing the first tiny bit of information I started to realize. This isn't good, at all. The taste and smell of duct tape is obvious, as I determine my breathing problem is from that stuff wrapping around my head and mouth. The same thing is wrapped around my ankles and wrists, along with rope, so I'm in basically a hog tie position. Not good. What I see around me isn't much better. Imagine the hottest you've ever been with direct sun light, on a beach, with hot coal like, pebbly sand. Now the gun fire becomes apparent, as does the language being Spanish. Sounding earlier like thunder in the distance, has proven itself wrong. I left from the West coast going to the North shore, so does that put me some how in Mexico? This is ridiculous, I notice, now I see the light. Who would leave me like this, and more importantly, why is no one helping me? Dehydrated as I've ever been, a little girl approaches curiously. She looks over at the hill, but I can't really see it. At this point I know I'd better get up enough to see the same thing. But I couldn't, it was over, I had nothing left. And as soon as she was there, she was gone! A fight for my life, I refused to die, and still all I could do was shake. That's when I started to roll, and it was the best beating of my life, because the things that have bound me were getting beat also. Out of the tie up, I'm free, sort of. By the time I drug myself up the hill, I finally got to see. A grave yard starring back at me. In the middle sat the girl. Then just like that again she was gone. I went to the spot where she had sat and read the grave. Sure enough, the description fit. It was definintly her final resting place, from more than fifty years ago. So as I said a prayer for an unrested angel, the wind blew and she was taken up into the sky. Every time she would appear, she'd be gone again the same. I fall to the earth like a meteor, I did what I was supposed to do, I guess, because this is it. The final voice; you know. You just do. As I listened to be judged, the sky cleared, and everything stopped. Not a bird or a voice. Just quiet silence unlike anything. Sir, sir, You've arrived, wake up, we need you responsive so that we can determine your status.Where are you from? What is your name? Can you hear me? My eyes opened and the pain was gone. The thirst was gone. The tape and ropes were gone.Welcome to Hawaii sir, enjoy you're stay!