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A CHRISTMAS MIRACLEIts Amazing how drastically things can change. One moment you think your whole world is coming to an end and the next you realize that everything happens for a reason, that that thing that happened to you that was so horrible is now the greatest thing that has happened to you in your whole life.This is my story:
Im a 17 year old senior at carrabec high school. I live with my dad in North New Portland, and am on the Anson / Madison Junior Fire Department and will shortly be on New Portland Fire. I just recently started my process of enlisting into the United States Army. Im in Outdoor Resources at Skowhegan Regional Vocational Center and am working torward becoming certified in white water canoeing and outdoor fundamentals. My life is just casually floating along torward my independent goal of owning a house in East New Portland, having a new truck, and raising dogs while working swingshift at sappi, once out of the military. Then one day the best worst thing happened to me. I met a guy who unbeknownst to me would soon make my life a living hell.Requesting the definition of ''love'' please? well this certainly was not it. Meanwhile the truth was at all times watching from the sidelines ever so silently waiting to emerge.Anyways this guy taught me alot we were best friends for years, never more, until one day after mudding at the pit, he changed. Later that night or rather 3-ish the next morning in the hospitol parking lot, he asked me out. That moment started the 6 month countdown to hell.We had gone through alot, he truly changed me for the better, looking back i remember the good times we had together. Before I was with him my lifelong goals had only consisted of my own independance something my mom always told me.. never rely on another for help but for the first time ever my ''me'' plans changed to ''we''. He was my equalizer in every way, people say opposites attract well it wasn't in this case. We shared the same dream, same thurst of excitement and adventure that it was crazy. But all of that fun, exciting, craziness ended abruptly as the 6 month hour glass ran out of sand.One day I recieved a text message from him saying oh by the way I'm dating someone else. I was crushed, but told him I was happy for him. The next day he called me to tell me he hated my guts and never wanted to see or talk to me again, mostly at his girlfriends request. At that moment I died, for two months i slumped around in misery following no particular path yet living. Living in a hertless soul-less corpse, watching my life go by day after day as if from outside taking in my surroundings. Nothing phased me, I was dead.Along came my rebirth. 5 days before christmas my guardian angel, the love of my life came out of the dark shadows he watched from, and i realized he had been there all of the time, from the very beginning, before the beginning, he was there first, but I was too blind to realize.I remember the first moment I met him me and the maker of hell himself had just returned from a four-wheeling outting and I looked good, covered head to toe in mud soaking wet in a black tanktop, blue jenes, and s**t kickahs. He was wearing work boots, blue jenes, and flannel shirt rolled up and gloves, when he saw me his eyes lit up, the halo almost visible. The maker walked up and introduced us, we acknowledged with nods almost afraid of some invisible magnetic current. after that day I didn't see him again until the night of prom. Very unalone but curious and without the maker at my heels we ran into eachother and hit it off, moreso than i realized. We talked for a while then he asked me to dance, time flew we talked and danced as if we were the only two on the dance floor, completely unaware of anyone or even what song was playing, or how many had played, i think it was the final 3 or 4 songs. That monday I finally realized that he went to my school, and around 3:00 that afternoon I realized that he was a member of the track team, also that there was a small fan club of girls who had all asked him out. I had no life so I stayed after for track practice to hang out with a friend of mine who was also a fan girl aparently, I acted as if i hadn't a care and layed down on the grass as she babbled on about him and warmed up for the discus throw. As she left, he casually walked by whipping off his shirt in the process, throwing it to the ground beside me. I flopped onto my side to pretend to watch my friend and her discus but to also have a clear view of him as he took aim with a javelline, all that ran through my mind was how perfect.. like a greek god, and then the image of the american express card popped into my head. From that moment on everytime I was with the maker he was there, on the makers birthday him and I ended up getting dared to throw eachother in the duck pond, I warned I wouldnt go down without a fight, as the maker watched, him and I grabbed hold of each other and jumped. Fairly warned I told him if I jumped so did he, at the time neither of us knew that ment so much more. We saw eachother near everytime me and the maker were together. But always supervised by the maker himself, he must have seen something I didn't.The night me and the maker became one came and went, but the boy with the halo stuck around, I saw him regularly. Then 3 and 1/2 months from the start of the countdown we all got a job together and the maker and I started drifting. My angel and I started carpooling and the maker began missing alot of work, I was still with the maker and besides his work attendence most everything was the same. After 2 months of work the maker stopped coming altogether and my angel and I had taken on different jobs together, mostly firewood. And much to my enjoyment we were frequently asked if we were ''together''. After work each night that he would drive we would just absently drive. He showed me all over and confused me into being lost on more than one occasion, always asking if I didn't mind a detour. Again all I could think was, with you? I dont care where I am, so long as I'm with you. Nothing else in the world existed, and then it would get dark. He would drive me back to my truck, which was usually parked at the makers and the harsh reality would set in, I belong to the maker.Freedom not an option yet, two weeks from the deadline my angel and I finished our last job together and I began to only see him at school. I was parted from my angel and the maker. For he had started to stay at a ''friends'' house. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now if I could go back I could see it coming a mile away. so for the final two weeks I saw the maker once at a fire meeting and that was the last time we were ''together'' even as friends. Several days later I recieved the fateful text message and phone call.Back to 5 days before christmas, my angel had bad yet good day as well, he called me for compfort after him and his girlfriend got into a fight and we had a confession session, both reviewing and revealing every memory of each other, a funny one comes to mind the night he brought me to help him load a truck onto a tow trailer, the night i met his parents, and the night he got a new puppy. we went to work after in my truck bringing the puppy along which slept on my jacket, and also became very helpful torward the end of the night. After work I brought him to his truck and after helping him get the puppy into his jacket he gave me a hug, all of a sudden the puppy pokes its head out of the jacket and licks both of us on the lips and looks from me to him and back. Its hard to believe how wise a puppy can be. But as I was saying we reviewed nearly the past year we have spent together and both admitted how much we actually liked each other. My angel told me that if I hadn't been with the maker he would have told me so much sooner. Here I am 5 days before christmas I continue to review ever second that ive ever spent with my angel and know now that I had never been as happy anywhere else than how happy I was when I was with him. I also know that there is such a thing as christmas miracles, mine is less than 5 says away...
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