Brothers and sisters grow up arguing, screaming, and fighting from dusk until dawn. The arguments range from talking on the telephone, sharing the bathroom, to who gets dibs on the car. These confrontations appear to be the norm between siblings. In reality, when one comes face to face with losing a sister, all the arguing, screaming, and fighting seem of little importance. I realized this during a blistering hot July afternoon sojourn at the beach.
The long drive felt like a never-ending adventure. Instead of cool air, the air conditioner blew air from the gates of Hell. My sister and I sat in the back seat of the ever-shrinking Toyota Camry arguing and hitting each other until dad threatened us yelling, "Don't make me drive this car into a telephone pole!" Mom sat on the other side with only two jobs, control the radio and navigate us to the beach. Both wer
e done very poorly, giving us static from the radio and forty-five minutes on a road with no name. After hours of driving, which felt like an eternity, we finally arrived at the beach.
After several minutes, we spotted Molly walking hand in hand, under the protective wing of a lifeguard, laughing and chatting. I asked Molly what happened and where she was for those ten minutes, which felt like ten hours. She replied by saying the ocean's forceful current pulled me down the beach. I just shook my head in relief and was very thankful she was back to wrestle in the waves with me again.
A life altering experience occurred on that horrific day at the beach. In a day suddenly gone crazy, how could I keep from thinking what could have been? The realization that I almost lost my sister brought us closer than we had ever been. But most importantly, I learned to appr
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