We were on a bamboo raft along with many of our SFC family
and some men were pulling a roof that leads straight to the waterfall.
I remembered being so excited.
We took time to post for pictures for our brother
(our faithful photographer)
who was on the other side of the
water.
When we reached the gushing
fall
I can hear shouting.
Loud shouting washed out by loud
falling waters.
Everyone on the raft was ecstatic.
I can only see teeth and yellow and orange
life vests.
That's how strong the water was.
I looked for you and I panic for a
moment for I did not see you.
I searched for you and found you at the
edge of the raft.
You were at the center of the water
fall-
the heart of it all - letting it wash all
of you.
you were shouting and jumping while
holding the rope,
the poor thing supporting you.
I thought it might break.
You were so brave enjoying it all.
You've been through a lot yet here you
are, whole.
For a moment I felt a tinge of jealousy
wishing I could be as happy as you.
But you held my hand and jump as if
saying, don’t think! Feel!
I jumped with you and we were shouting so
hard it hurts.
The water was so cold and incredibly tiny
droplets of water were on our faces,
our shoulders, our hands and even
our finger nails!
I wish we had water proof camera to
capture us.
