The Storm

All these years have passed and I still cannot forget the storm. Here in Canada the winter storms hit fast and hit hard. Back in India the monsoon rains pummel the landscape with refreshing fury. In my mind nothing will ever match the power of that storm. It challenged my survival to the point that it almost took my will to live away. Mr. Martel’s portrayal of this event was a little selective, but even my own memory cannot do it justice. My raft was swept out of sight, destroyed, just like my strong determination to survive. In that feeble existence losing all that work and all those supplies was like having my very person wiped off the face of the planet. However, I learned that nothing could make me give up and I struggled on. Life was harder after that, but it also seemed to be better than the relative comfort I had been living in before. We all must struggle to survive.