You may get another chance if you made the wrong choice, but don't depend on it. |
Choices It happened at the beach one day, a bottle washed ashore. It looked intact so I opened it and, then, began to pour a small amount into my hand to have a tiny taste. If it was good, why not? My ma said not to waste. It tasted just like water so I drank the bottle down. I continued my daily walk until I got to town. Then I felt sort of strange and the sidewalk got much bigger. My clothes dragged behind me and people began to snicker. I gazed into a window and could not believe my eyes. A stranger looked back at me; she was half my size. I got closer and looked again, she had my crooked nose. I raised my foot and I’ll be darned, she showed me her bare toes. Everything that I would do, she would do the very same. I mouthed the word, Connie, and it looked like she said my name. My heart began to race when I realized she was me. “Where am I?” I shouted, as I slowly began to see. It must have been the water I was dumb enough to drink I became young again as my body began to shrink. But I wanted “me” back so I began to ponder how To reverse the whole procedure, sweat pouring from my brow. I hiked up my dragging pants and ran back toward the sea. I prayed to God for His help and He must have heard my plea. On the sand I spied a bottle with liquid somewhat brown. A deep voice inside my head ordered me to drink it down. Sometimes you get a second chance, but don’t depend on it. As the deep voice talked to me, all my clothes began to fit. There’s a lesson to be learned, drink not from unknown sources. Just do your best to think things through and make the right choices. |