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Hopeless

It looked like the end of me. I was stuck; I could not move anything on my left side.
It looked like the end of life. I was hopeless; I had no will to live.
It looked like I was dead. I could feel my life draining away.
It looked like God was on my side. A few seconds before I would give up, the pain stopped.
It looked like my savior was the rain. A few seconds after I was freed the movement began again.
I floated away, dazed and in shock, but after a few moments I swam freely.
It looked like I was the luckiest fish alive.

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