Whales Swim Naked

De: Eric Gethers

Narrado por: Bronson Pinchot

As Carolyn untangled the umbilical cord from around my neck and placed me on Lillian’s stomach, I watched my mother look down with an expression that conveyed both reassurance and unconditional joy at my arrival, albeit eight weeks early. I was too new to know about the capriciousness of a red-haired woman’s soul, how it was governed by its own laws and remained half empty no matter how many blessings were poured into it. Truth be told, maternal instincts were as far away from Lillian’s heart and mind as my father was from Interstate 30.

If only I’d known then what I know now. I would have realized I was staring up at ignorance and fear. My life might have been different. I could have been heroic. I could have gotten up every morning with a warm smile, confident in my abilities. I could have made a name for myself, fearlessly rising to every occasion, conquering anything I was afraid of. I could have been gloriously in love, married and faithful to the same woman all my natural-born days. I could have had hundreds of extraordinary moments to look back on instead of lying here, desperately trying to find one that would justify my existence. But that’s not how it happened.

©2020 Eric Gethers (P)2021 Blackstone Publishing