I really don't know why I am writing this. I am on the beach, watching the surf roll in, and I can't seem to stop thinking about my life. My life has been an ocean of fun, joy, pain, love, friendships and experience. I have been doing things, such as surfing, sailling, song-writting, guitar playing and living life in the fast lane, that I have begun to question my lifestyle. Due to my hobbies, I have been injured many times, but one event is haunting me all the time. When I was a freshman in high school, I was in a surfing competion. I was ridin' this narly wave, when the wave broke right on top of me. My board was thrown above me and I was thrown into the rip current, thrown against a coral reef. When I washed up on the beach, I was unconcious, bleeding from my scalp and arms, wetsuit was in shreds and I wasn't breathing. When I woke up, I had a breathing tube down my throat, right leg and left arm in a cast, my head throbbing in pain and surrounded by my family. I was told about the accident, and how I had been close to being declared DOA. I spent the next month in the ICU, then another 2 months in rehab. After the accident, I couldn't go surfing or near the ocean for 6 months because I had a fear of the one thing I loved. I was finally able to start surfing again, but that event has never left me. I can't stop wondering about how my lifestyle of surfing, hangin' with friends, and other stuff, can something like that happen again. I really don't know now and I can't get it of my head, so I think I'm going to talk it out with my friends. Sorry about posting up song lyrics, but I have hit a period of songwriter's block and can't get my lyrics to sound right. So Aloha `oe

Alika