Falling Isn’t The End

“Everybody falls, but champions keep getting up.” -Metro-Gymnastics-Center-

A slight bruise on the knee may seem like the end of the world, but it’s not. Even the smallest life lesson treated with a bandage can boost our self-confidence. Sadness and unfortunate events can make living seem as if it’s pointless. If a death occurs, wait for the outcome; life has its own plan. Maybe this death allows a new generation to begin. I believe that everything happens for a reason.

On July 18, 2006, my friend died. My little guinea pig named Mazy passed away. I had her for two great years, and then, she was gone. Even though this happened, I don’t wish for her spirit to still exist. Of course, grief overwhelmed me for many days; I felt as if my face had been dunked in the ocean every hour or two from crying so much. However, if Mazy hadn’t have died, I wouldn’t have had my next little Angel, Amber.

Amber had caramel brown fur with a smile in her eyes. Every morning when I saw her she brightened my day with a look that said: “I love you. Good morning!” But, after accidentally dropping her not too high above carpet floor, she lived hard ever since. We had to feed her and give her water by hand as if she had been a helpless newborn baby. We put her to sleep, and that ended that. I finally decided after days of despair that it was time to give those places in my heart to another pet. I was nervous that it would die again, because the other two did. Worries and thoughts filled my head with “what ifs.” It’s your fault, my mind told me, and kept it up for days.

On August 3, 2006 my mom and I drove for miles to Mount Saint Helens to look at Seal-Point Ragdoll kittens. There, we found my new little hero. My family calls him Felix, my little kitty that reminds me the feelings of loving a little critter so much. As a pint-sized kitten, He liked to sleep on my parents’ bed and take up as much room as he could. He likes water too, strangely. I can take baths and bet that Felix is at the tub waiting to greet me and play with the water. Today, Felix likes sleeping on my bed with me, and sleeping on my brother’s bed with him.

Felix is the best thing that has ever happened to me, but he wouldn’t have been here if Mazy and Amber hadn’t died. I can think of their past lives as beginnings, ways to build up love and feelings for my rascal Felix.

I believe that everything happens for a reason.