Personal Narrative: Life's Been Good To Me
Oh, yeah, baby, someone loves me!
My feet swung over the edge of my bed and I realized I was wearing jean shorts and a soft white cotton t-shirt.
That’s when my “something’s funky” radar went off. I slid off the bed, and felt sand beneath my feet. Salt hung in the air, and somehow I knew without a doubt I was on an island.
I could hear someone playing an acoustic guitar and singing. As I got closer, I realized the song was Life’s Been Good to Me. Three guys sat cross-legged around a large campfire.
The one to the left was bald and playing the guitar. The guy in the middle had soft brown hair just below his ears, and even where I stood I could see stars reflecting in his eyes. And, the third guy, well…he just looked weathered, as if he’d spent most of his days in the sun. …show more content…
“Come, sit, Mac." He held out a S’more. I smiled back.
“Thanks,” I said as I sat down. “Where am I?" I wish I could describe sitting next to this guy, but it would be like trying to describe a feeling of euphoria. The same feeling I’d had the first time I’d met Jesus.
“Well, we’re in Fiji. I love this Island." He bobbed his head looking around.
“No, you are not dead.” He laughed. “We’re going to hang out while your body rests.”
I felt a surge of something electrical and jumped. “Whoa, did you feel that?”
“Yep, that would be the doctor re-starting your heart." He popped open a Coke he’d pulled from the cooler behind him. “Here, you’re thirsty.”
I sat there staring at the Coke, puzzled. “Um, aren’t you supposed to use