If you could relive one week of you life, what week would it be and why?

[msc545]

Mine would be a week I spent in Palm Springs with a friend during spring break when I was 19. We were broke, so we sat on a street corner and played guitar for spare change, met a LOT of girls, had a lot of sex, went to a rock concert, had a lot of fun, and slept outdoors in a beautiful canyon. At the time I thought I was in heaven because it all felt so good...

[BoopBoopBeep]

The moment when, for the first time, my first rescue kitten (who was afraid of everything because she'd been abandoned by her mom and severely malnourished) slowly got up the nerve to walk onto the blanket in my lap, pausing with each step, looking up at me with her head bowed, then curled up in my lap and fell asleep.

4 years later they told me I was dying. When the nurse in the critical cardiac care wing held my hand and told me to think of whatever matters most in life and fight for it, I thought of that moment as I watched my EKG flatline again, this time for a much longer time than before. Apparently after my eyes closed I was still squeezing, and normal rhythm was reestablished right before they shocked me.

When I next saw the nurse, she said I didn't have to tell her, but she was curious what I had been fighting for. Apparently, a number of the staff had been making guesses. I told her the story of my rescue kitten. She teared up a little and left. She paused right before passing through the door to my room and looked back and said:

"She sounds like a very wonderful little girl."

I told her she was. It was the last time I ever saw that nurse. I look for her every time I am at the hospital. I hope I get to see her again and tell her my little kitten still sleeps in my lap. Even though she's all grown up, she'll always be that little kitten on the inside. And I will always fight for her. Family is family, two legs or four.

[msc545]

Thank you - Great story!!

[BoopBoopBeep]

Absolutely. She rescued me. Least I can do is share her greatness.

[msc545]

I understand. I feel the same about Allister.

[BoopBoopBeep]

Allister is a very special cat.

[msc545]

As is yours!

[nolabels]

@BoopBoopBeep
Hey Boop,
I'm back, if you remember me.
I've been gone from here for almost a year, but I came back today.
I love your story.
I'm an SCAS myself now as of 4 months ago.
Lots of other stuff has gone down and is going down in my life.
I needed to get back here to my friends, one of which I certainly consider you to be.
I submitted a story on this question, too, if you'd be interested in reading it.
It meant a lot to me to tell it for the first time, here.
I'll catch you around, maybe message you, if that's okay with you.

[BoopBoopBeep]

@nolabels Hey nolabels. Welcome back! Sure I'll read it. What's a SCAS?

[BoopBoopBeep]

Aw thanks for MHO buddy!

[Anonymous]

The holiday with my parents and my uncles and aunts when I was 15 in a rented lake house. They all spent the nights partying leaving me and my two younger cousins alone to fend for ourselves to the early hours. Anyway on the first night we were bored and we found an old porno dvd. So we stuck it on and the girls quickly noticed that during a lesbian scene had an erection and teased me about it and asked to see it, so I did and one of them tried to give me a blowjob and I came straight away when her lips touched my dick. So from there we spent the entire week experimenting with each other. We'd fool around evert so after that, we knew it was wrong. But that week was amazing.

[nolabels]

I like your story.
It sounds like a good time.

My story isn't about a week.

It's a day.
One day.

One day on my favorite Ozark river.
I was still pretty healthy at the time, not too many years ago, five or so.
In fact, it was my last ever river trip.
I just now realized that, yeah, it was my last trip.
In fact, it's likely that it'll end up being my final river trip, too, the way my health has been ever since.

The weather was perfect, good and warm, but not blazing hot.
The river water was clear and cool and at the perfect level for piloting my jet-drive jonboat through the shallow rapids.
The fish were biting, and I caught quite a few big smallies over the course of the day.

At one point during the day, I accidentally got my boat caught in an island side-chute logjam.
The current was about to start going over the edge of my boat, but I got out of the boat into the river and used what I then thought was every last bit of my strength to keep it from getting sucked under, where it would have impossible to recover, possibly taking me with it.
I was thinking about that possibility, that those might have been my last earthly moments, but my boat and everything in it means the world to me, so I fought like hell to get her back.
I eventually won, pulling my precious boat back up to the calm waters above the island, to safety.
As I sat on the gravel bar island afterwards, catching my breath, along came a young family in a canoe who almost started down the same bad side of the island that I initially chose to take before running into trouble.
I called to them to turn to go around the other side of the island, and they did, thanking me as they passed on by.

Then another jonboat came along, headed upriver on the "good" side of the island and we waved to each other as they passed by.
It was two local volunteer Fire & Rescue guys in their official boat.
A little while later, here come those fellas back downriver, running under power with their motor pushing them, and doggone if they didn't run themselves straight into the same predicament that I had just now gotten my breath back from, saving my own boat and my own hide from disaster.
They had completely ignored my frantic attempts to warn them to go to other side of the island
Well, these fellas were, let's say, well-fed, and they didn't seem to have a clue as to how to save themselves, so here I go again, 60-year-old me, to the rescue, only this time I'm pulling out a boat that was bigger than mine, with two real big young guys in it who didn't know that they needed to lean the boat away from the current to keep it from sucking under.
So, this time took even more strength from me, where it came from, I don't know, but it did, and I got them out of there. They kind of sheepishly thanked me and went on their way, safely this time.
I piled some rocks in the shape of an arrow at the head of the island to try to indicate to anyone else coming that way, that safety was to the left. I don't know that it helped anyone, but if it did, I'm glad.

I'm not naming no names here, so I figure that it's okay to tell that story incognito without sounding like a braggart.
You'll see below why I tell this story.

I continued on, enjoying the heck out of the rest of that day, eating lunch on a gravel bar, catching more fish and also catching the sun's rays on my tanned, older, but still-strong body.

The day that I saved not only myself, but also a young family, and the local volunteer Fire & Rescue crew from what could have been really bad disasters.

That was a "greatest" day for me because it a day that might have been like any other day on the river, except that day I found myself living on "the edge".

I was ALIVE and LIVING LIFE that day.

If that's to be my last day on the river, it was a hell of a good one to end on.

Thanks for providing the question to allow me to respond.
Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it.

[BoopBoopBeep]

Good job digging deep when it was needed man. That's what heroes do.

[nolabels]

@BoopBoopBeep
Thanks, man.
Like I said, it made me "feel".
I know that you get that.
Digging deep is what heroes do.
Looking fear straight in the face and continuing forward.
I also understand that heroes reluctantly accept the label.
They simply do what needs doing at the time.

Anyone can be a hero if their particular skills are suitable to addressing a particular situation, whatever that may be.
Those skills may have even been previously unknown to them until the moment that they are needed has been thrust in front of them.
An "it's me or nobody" moment of decision.

I don't feel too heroic these days.
I'm scared and I don't know which way is "the" way.
Pulling boats out of root wads is something that apparently, I'm good at doing.
Facing what I'm facing these days is much, much harder for me to navigate in such a heroic manner.

[BoopBoopBeep]

I hear ya man... if only we could choose all our battles, we'd never get to choose the really hard ones though, and that's where the best stories are made.

[nolabels]

@BoopBoopBeep 👍🙏

[Sugar100]

It was in December, when my crush got rehired back to the job, & we were able to meet & finally talk to each other. It felt like a dream. He was the most nicest maturest respectful guy I’ve ever met in life. It felt like I knew him for many years like a soulful connection. Randomly when I was talking he looked for me for 3 seconds with a love of love into my eyes. Coworkers were gossiping & noticing us together at job for 3 days & sensed we were a couple.

but then it all came to an end & we got seperated due to the work schedule & holiday breaks then we got fired & lost contact.

[LaFemmeFatale_1]

The week in 2020, I spent on a beach villa in Qingdao with my ex. I had no single worry in the world.

[mrkdvsn]

It would probably have to be a week during summer vacation, as a child between 8 and 10 years old. Two neighborhood girls to potentially have fun with... The music at that time...100% free time...

[coxoabean]

When I went to California my first time, best week of my entire life

[GoodGuyBreakingBad]

A week, when my sister and I were younger, we spent time with my grandparents.

[exitseven]

Before we got married my wife and I spent a week in my family's summer home.

[Guanfei]

A week I spent talking to my crush, from morning to night, we had fun and watched movies and stuff.
I miss her a lot.