One time I found my self on top of a hill facing the shore of the Atlantic Ocean. I found myself there before the sun was to rise. I found myself on top of that hill by a mixture of situations that I will not get into here. I will tell you, however, that the reasons I ended up on top of that hill on an early morning will be forever in my mind as one of the worst days of my life.
Sitting on a rock on top of a hill on the shore of the Atlantic Ocean with a bottle of Jack Danels in one hand and cigarette in the other I watched the sun rise over the horizon. As I sat there, my shirt covered in beer and my tears, in complete silence except for the waves hitting the shore I watched in amazement as the sky became an electric color show. As I watched I tried to remember what other sunrises I had seen to try to compare them to see if maybe I am just being dramatic at the beauty I was beholding. I couldn't remember seeing a sunrise at all.
It was the first time I had gotten goosebumps from something other than being cold. I felt exhilarated. I felt alive. I felt moved.
I went to that hill a broken beaten person ready to stop the intake of the insane brutality that was my world. I walked away from that hill a different man. I walked away as a man who will always know that no matter how bad life can get there is always beauty and possibly hope.
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