Buoy

I remember when I first saw Jared.

He thinks that I don't--but I do.

I remember his smile.

I can tell you exactly what shirt he had on.

It was a long sleeved, light blue, waffley thermal shirt.

I remember dancing with him that night.

I remember his laughter.

I remember his blue, blue eyes.

I didn't get an epiphany from God that this was the man for me, that happened later.

But I do remember that night.

My life was in a mess of all messes. I had gone off the deep end and was drowning miserably. I thought that I had people in my life that cared for me, but I didn't. I had my family, but I know they felt helpless in my plight.

I was drowning and my "friends" were watching.

No one could help me.

No one would throw me a rope, a lifevest, nothing....

they just watched.....

.....maybe they were drowning with me.

Jared's blue eyes and inviting smile was my buoy.

Jared, thank you for saving me on that cold January night. I know that we had only met that night, but you threw me a rope to hold on to. I just needed to do the work, to stop myself from drowning.