How the Beatles saved me -6/6/95
I awoke in the lovely coastal beach town of Jaco, Costa Rica. It is one of the most beautiful places on Earth and one of the best places to surf in the world. I had rented a small abode with my new friends. We woke up early today, at 5:00 a.m. Murillo, Traci, and Alex and I we
re up for a large day of surfing the dangerous break of Jaco. Allow me tell you a bit about my new amazing friends: Murillo and Alex were two guys that were true surfers, they were from
Brazil, near the Amazon, it was their job to surf! They are professional surfers and they were cool. Murrillo was a young man who had bleached blonde hair, a golden tan, and he just looked like someone who spends every waking moment in the Ocean. Alex was around 7 years older, he was also a good looking man, but was in a more manly / rugged way. Murrillo had a tattoo of a jaguar on his left back shoulder, he was more of the descion maker. Murrillo did not care about much as long as he was surfing.
Traci was a 20 year old from Canada. She was raised on a bird sanctuary. Tracy's parents were teachers at a school for holistic healing.
We were all going to go to this great surfing spot, far away by boat. It is one of the best places to surf in Costa Rica. We were all excited to go. I grabbed my book which I was reading at the time which was: The Celestine Prophecy. I also grabbed the other essentials which were my portable c.d. player and all with the music I was going to listen to today. I took 18 great disool they owned on the pristine Canadian property. The whole concept of this holistic center was for mental and physical well being and eating and living right. She had never smoked or drank anything in her life. She was a stunningly beautiful girl who was wholesome and pure. She was also a virgin! She was the most pure girl I have ever seen in my life at that time.
When we got too the shore line the boat which was going to take us to the pristine spot only accessible by boat, the boat was way far out, past the reef and past the breaking water. So, we were ready to go. The guys forgot to mention that all we had to do was swim to the boat and then our journey was to
begin. The guys being in pristine shape, just jumped in and swam all the way to the boat. When it came time for Tracy and I to follow, I thought twice. The current was pretty strong and I got scared because their were treacherous volcanic rocks budging out of the wate
r every where and I just didn't think I was prepared to follow expert surfers at that moment. So, Tracy and I decided not to go, so we went back to our place. I decided to write in my computer. I wrote a while and then decided to tap a lazy day Costa Rican Siesta, until the guys came back.
When I awoke, they had not returned yet, so I then decided to take a walk to this island were I was at the other day. It was a nice trek, maybe a few miles maybe even five. I had been their the other day but didn't explore it in detail. So, today I thought I would go and explore it at a deeper level. So I took off walking, all the way along th
e rocky coast, their was a jungle right their off the shore with coconut trees perched at an angle like you see in fairy tale pirate movies. I was so impressed by this magical place. It was very, very beautiful. As I was walking I kept thinking of the Costa Rican motto: PURA VIDA (pure life). I was listening to Jimmy Buffet sing about the
island life. It fit the mood.
I made it to the place were the land ends (kind of a peninsula), and then there is a place were the water is low enough to walk across. So I walked across the rocks and made it to the island. Then I walked for a long way,
and saw a beautiful stream going up to the mountain. So I went up the creek.
I sat and put on a yes album (classics), and smoked a little pot that I got earlier on the trip. so I found this great spot and listened to "Heart of the sunrise", and sat and thought about the importance of life, and how very few people realize how precious life really can be and how they take life for granted. The thoughts I was having were those a person has when they are in one of the most beautiful places on Earth and they have some kind bud from Barbados. It was a great experience. I really enjoyed myself. I stayed there for probably one hour and started on my trek again. I made it too some other really nice spots. I hung out for a while in each place and basically just enjoyed every minute of the
perfect Costa Rican day. I saw some scary,
ominous st
orm clouds
making their way toward me. As I stood their alone in a far away place seeing the bad weather coming, I thought I'd better get back to civilization.d up the rocks. I
stopped and looked at several huge spider webs with spiders you only see in a tropical rain forest. They were huge, the spiders were slender and long, they looked poisonous. I watched them as they fixed their web, and prepared to eat some unfo
rtun
ate invader.
Finally, I came
to the end of the island, where I had crossed over before and to my surprise: the tide had come in. It was like the Bay of Fundy. The waves were covering the path I cross
ed to get to the other side. I was shocked! I didn't know what to do. I thought about my options: To wait until the next day for the tide to go out: or walk across and
get all wet.
By the time I made it to the crossing place, the storm had reached me! I was hungry, so I decided to cro
ss. As I started to cross I realized that it was a little deeper than I had perceived. About that time a wave hit me knocking me off my feet. Before I could even think about what happened I was taken out to sea. I no longer had footing and was swept off with the powerful riptide. I knew then at that
moment that I had made the wrong decision in crossing into these harsh waters.
I started swimming and I still had my beloved Birkenstock clogs on my feet: I loved those shoes. Hence, past tense! Those birkenstock's clogs have been to a lot of great plac
es with me. They
were one of my favorite possessions. They were leather, with cork soles, they molded to my feet the more they are worn. Mine were the exact shape of my foot. They were exactly what I wanted in a shoe. I loved them, and in my panic, they floated off my feet. I swam after them and grabbed one of them. Then, after a tough, burst of speed and nearly drowning. I grabbed the another shoe. As I did another wave hit me
and sucked me under, pulling
me down and out to sea. I was under so long, I swallowed a large breath of water. I learned that day that their is only so much time that passes and you have take a breath. Regardless if you are under water or not! I took a big gulp of water for air and panicked. Then, I emerged and had a breath of air. I was in a complete panic. All my senses were awoken. I was in shock.
I realized at that moment the seriousness of my present predicament. At that time I said to my self. They are
only shoes. I wont even wear them again on dry land because I will drown to death! I let go of my shoes, I watched them
float away. It reminded me of Tom Hanks when he was trying to save Wilson. I like that analogy. I never saw those fantastic shoes again. The current was so strong, swimming was getting me nowhere. I was getting very tired. Land was very far away, the current had dragged me to the great Pacific Ocean.
I was swimming with my CD player, it was in a case that I had around my neck. In that case, I had my: wallet, with all the numbers of people I have met while in Costa Rica. All of my Costa Rican currency(colones) about seven thousand colones (an equivalent of $50 US), drivers licensee, all my addresses to the people I cared about back home, whom I w
as going to correspond with, case full of CDs, most of my favorites, estimated around
$40
0, included was my collection of all Bob Marley's songs that were on the box set. I loved that box set. Their are songs that when you listen to them in the Tropics - they just fit so perfectly. I never again bought that box set to replace it! Their was music on those discs that I needed for my life on Earth. However, soon to be in Heaven, I realized they were material items. All that music that could not be heard any where else, rare stuff, it brought me a lot of joy. Bonjour! My $240 sunglasses which I loved very much. As always I always wear sunglasses. Norma
lly, in life I always have a pair of sunglasses. If I don't I am in bad shape.
It is a comforting part of being Joshua Finley. I took them everywhere with me, I even wore them at night. A nice pair of shades is a necessity in life. They were also one of my favorite material possessions. The were really cool, one of the finest pair that were very bohemian - And last but not least my Celestine prophecy book. I hated to let all those material objects go, but I knew I had to just breathe and stay above water. I was tired.
I was so tired that keeping my head above water, fighting the waves and strong rip tide I wanted to give up - but, I couldn't! As I was under water again trying to get a breath of air, I frantically took off the case with all of the material possessions I listed above and let them float away from me As I took it off, my linen Banana Republic shirt that I got in Miami floated off with everything else. I was then alone, only my under wear, and my polo shorts too
my possession. My mind was racing. I was thinking about a lot of different things, but one in particular stands out. I realized at that moment how attached I was to material things. I felt like I needed those things as garnishes for the modern comforts. With them all stripped from me. I was left floating in the water on my stomach just trying to breath at that point. I just wanted to escape the rip tide. I knew eventually, I would come out.
I was then totally exhausted. As I was floating on my back, all I was concerned with was just getting my breath. By this time I had swallowed a lot of ocean water, and was nearly drowned. As I was catching my breath more waves would hit me and take me farther out to sea. I had to get to shore. So I swam on my back, doing the back stroke in the str
ong furious ocean current. The waves were stormy, I was insignificant in the vastness of this merciless place. It took every bit of energy I had, and more! Energy, I did not have, but miraculously/ mysteriously gained
Occasionally I would do what I dreaded. Put myself deliberately under water and swim on my stomach, trying to gain a closer position to the shore. It seemed hopeless. Although I came with in 20 feet from a emerged rock. That was my one goal in life: too reach that rock. I used up all the fighting ability I had and accomplished my goal.
When I reached the rock it was jagged and sharp. I crawled on to it, cutting myself bad in many areas of my tired body. Even though I knew I was hurt I couldn't think about it. I watched the blood float away with the current.
The rock that was emerged from the water, was volcanic. Every time the current would go back and forth the sea wanted to take me with her. Mother nature was trying to kill me! I had one thought! I was centered. I was focused. I had to keep ahold of the rock. Breath. Take another breath! I was riding the submerged
rock like a horse, bracing myself, as the next wave crashed into me. Trying with all Mother Nature's force not to be swept me off to the dangerous sea again. I refused to let that happen. I never wanted something so bad, my only purpose in life was to hang on to that rock. Every time a wave would crash into me I would nearly fall off. Cutting my self more and more each time.
Finally the tide was rising more and more, and holding on to the rock was nearly impossible. As the water rose I was with my head straight up with the water up to my neck, my chin, my nose, my eyes. My head would be submerged, and then the water would recede and I could take a breath and wait for the tide to come in again and repeat the scenario -who knows how many times. I knew I had to place myself again into the dangerous waters. So I stood up and dove into the crashing waves and swam like hell. Again the waves hit me hard dragging me under water. But my soul refused to give in. I had to reach shore or drown to death. I was so close to drowning already, I knew I didn't want to die that way. I can not think of a more horrible way to die.
The coast line was becoming closer and closer, as I swam with all my might. As I would be five feet up and teen feet back. The current wanted my corpse to be fish food.
I finally made it to the rocky coast line. The waves thrashed me on the jagged rocks in
every direction as if I was completely insignificant. I knew then Mother Nature has no mercy on the weak. I was like a sea lion rolling on the ground being turned mith the current. However, it was the volcanic rocks again. The who coast was volcanic rocks. Jagged and rough, sharp and painful.
I crawled onto those rocks that have no mercy and barely moving, quivering, laid myself down to rest. As I relaxed, my body almost shattered, I began to vomit, by body was rejecting all the salt water I had ingested. I laid on the rocks bedding, vomiting, it seemed for almost an hour. I was so exhausted I went into some sort of sleep, or daze. I was dreaming or something, I didn't know anything. Right from left, north from south, reality from death. I didn't even know, if I was alive I couldn't walk, I couldn't move, I was a beached whale, stranded on the shore. I do not know how long I stayed there but It was raining hard at this time. I think that is what brought me too consciousness: the rain. I slowly got up and fell down after a few steps, collapsing on the rocks again, vomiting again for a while. I had swallowed a lot of water.
Hypothetically, imagine their you are walking alone that same coast line that day - but you didn't know me. Just per say, you ran along and spotted me laying their. You would of saw a man at first sight that you thought was dead. I looked for sure - A dead man!
The rain aroused me as the night approached. As I regain consciousness. I had no idea where I
was. Finally, I slowly got up and could walk. I started walking. I was so confused! I did not know where I was going. I was barefoot, and bleeding. I walked for a long time in a complete daze. I reached a place that was uncrossable. I knew that I was not going into the water again, and it was getting dark. So, I went into the jungle to make shelter for the night. The only problem was the jungle was up the cliff. I could either re
st on the jagged coast line or climb the steep bluff. I made my the unsafe descion and I cli
mbed up a rocky coast line about seventy feet. I was barefoot, bleeding and pain was everywhere as I climbed the escarpment.
When I was almost at the top I was grabbing on to a small tree in the side of the cliff. I used all my weight to use as a foot hold. One wrong step and I would fall to injury or death and maybe never be found. Out here their is no coast guard or 911. You are on your own. One thing about adventure - it is go at your own risk! I finally reached the top ledge and pulled my self up and o-
ver. Again on solid ground. It was nice. I started walking through the jungle, barefoot and bleeding the halflight, and found a place that was a small somewhat, level and clear. There in that spot - I began to make camp. I was going to make camp and wait until daylight. I was so tired, and thankful to be out if the water. I didn't mind sleeping in the dirt, covered, moss infested, snake covered rainy jungle. The good thing about the rain was that it kept awa
y the insects. When you sleep in a jungle - you want a tent, other wise, you become insect food, and can literally, drive you mad.
The minutes become hours, and the hours become months. So, in a way the rain was an angel, even though it sucked!
I cut a lot of tree branches off trees with my bloody hands. Slowly, a structure came together. I made a small cabana and laid my torn body on some left over branches. Sleep? Sleep was not an option, even in the tired shape I was in. The conditions were terrible. I simply - waited! I wanted until daylight. The rain came down all night long. I was in a Costa Rican Rainforest, what was I too expect. The rain was so hard as I laid their on my grass pillow. The mud started to come. I was on the flattes spot but every where were inclines. Their was no flat spots. I became a
human laying in a stream. Mud was getting in my ear. So, after a long while of that happening and being myserable and cold. I mean I was shivering. Even though it is a rain forest in a hot jungle. When your wet like that and injured - I may as well been in the snow. I took of my
shorts and put them over my self to use as a blanket. It did little good, but nevertheless, it did help some. It added a little comfort and in that situation. A little comfort goes a long way. It added a bit more dimension too the experience! I felt more secure. I had my child blankee back. I was laying their in a fetal position trying to make the small shorts stretch over my whole body. I stand 5 ' 8 so to make shorts stretch I had to become a small ball. So, I laid in the rock cover jungle floor, using the wet, hard ground as a pillow, waiting for daylight to begin. It was a long night.
I was cut, bruised, dirty, wet and tired, and I laid in mysery, not finding comfort in any single position. I tossed and turned all night long, the branches I laid on were cutting off the circulation in my skin. I finally resorted to put the branches I was laying on to the side and sleep on the dirt floor. The ground was at an angle, so I had too burrow my bloody toes into the mud to keep from slipping down the inclined embankment. It was the complete uncomfortable night!!!
After trying every single way to be comfortable, I knew, I had to do what I had been dreading: I had to rip my shorts apart making them as long as possible, so I could use it as a sort of protection against the rain. My body couldn't be in the fetal position any longer. Hours of this was cramping, and cramming. Every time I stretched I was cold as my limbs were exposed to the elements. But, A more important reason was I needed the security the blanket represents to safety to A small child. For example, the small child is scared when he/she goes to bed at night, because of the fear of the unknown. I as an adult had that same fear. Although I had every reason to be frightened as hell: For gods sake I was stranded on a fucking island by my self, in the middle of the night, in a lush rainforest, raining hard as possible, hearing strange noises deep in the forest, allowing me to perceive the grandeur of the diversity of life living here. I was also concerned with the dangerous species of animal lurking in the night, looking for food. I thought too my self, that would be the icing on the cake if I had to be face to face with a hungry, wild cat, or maybe another animal I had not even known existed. I would be the tasty meal! I was not familiar with any of the species of life in this region, so, my mind was travelling in the fear of the unknowns.
I knew there were very venomous snakes for example the coral. I have seen many dangerous spiders, like the one I saw earlier in the day, but I also have been educated enough to realize that these dangerous creatures do not harm a person unless they are provoked. If a person startles the creature, it will respond with fury (little did I know there were pit vipers that struck at anything) . In my current situation a snake bite would lead would be certain death - and a very painful death.
I kept on hearing noises all night, all I could do was assume what was out there! I tried to convince my self that it was only the wind. It was only the rain! This and that! At one po
int during the night, I felt some sort of reptile against my feet. I do not know what it was, but it had big scales. It may have been an iguana, or a baskilist, or a snake. What ever it was it scared the shit out of me! I was perfectly still, so I would not scare the creature, if I would have it may have bitten me. I was in no position to be in any more pain. So, I start to think that the cold blooded snake has just made him self a warm sleeping place right next to me. If I moved I would startle the creature. If I stay still it would bother me. For hours, I laid their not moving - just thinking that their is a pit viper using me for protection from the ran and cold weather. The only thing that kept me sane was the repeted song I played in my head. Over and over. All night long - I played the song "Hear Comes The Sun", by the Beatles. It was a s
oothing song that kept my moral up. Thank God for the Beatles! The Beatles saved my life! Maybe, I should call this story - How the Beatles saved my life!
So, back to the story: I had this itch that was so bad. I just could itch it! That is a terrible feeling. I finally could take it any more with a snake or no snake. When I finally moved - the snake was gone or it was a figment of my imagination. When it moved on its way -I was not bothered by an animal after that, not even insects. I guess I played my cards right. Maybe it was luck, skill, or God, I don't know, but I am very thankful.
The night finally came to an end, the rain finally came to a stop, and it was daybreak, ar
ound 4:45 am, Costa Rican time, and I was on my way again. I looked at what I had been sleeping on for the night, and I couldn't believe it. Dirt!!, hard dirt, and rocks, and a few branches. It was something I couldn't wait to leave. However, something in me laughed, I thought if I live through this, it will be one hell of a story. (If my friends could see me know)
So I started down to the cliffs that I had climbed the previous day, barefoot, and no shirt. I was only in my filthy underwear, that used to be white. I was covered in mud, I couldn't wait too get to the ocean so I could bath, and wash my wounds. I knew they had a very good chance of becoming infected. With each step I cringed, my feet were very torn up. The rocks hurt
my feet, and the plants may have been dangerous, so I made shoes with my shorts and started my trek down the step embankment.
As I started my trek down the rocky jungle embankment, I slipped several times. the ground was at a slant, and the mud was loose. I could not hold my footing. I slipped and fell down a steep cravass, and cought myself on a tree. Little did I know the tree had spikes on it that had some sort of element that when touched, leaves the body numb. I grabbed on too it and it stopped my fall, but nevertheless, I did receive injury. I also cut my feet, and legs bad enough too start my bleeding again. I was in a lot of pain. However, at that moment there was no time to pay attention to pain, I had to keep g
oing. I was only thinking about my next step, that is as far as my mind could go. I did not know what the future had in store for me!!!
I approached the edge of the embankment and nearly shat my self. It was a straight drop off atleast 50 ft. It was all jagged rock, the whole way down. As I looked down in bewilderment at a straight verticle drop. I was convinced that this was not the spot that I had come up the night before. I was convinced that I had forgotten where I had come up from. I knew for certain it wasn't from here! This was it one hairy drop off. I realized then that it is going to be a very difficult task, climbing down this cliff. So, I thought to my self that maybe down the way a bit it will be an easier way to get down the escarpment. So, in and over branches and jungles infested with everything that normally takes a machette to get through. I had come down the embankment quite some distance, only to return back to camp and search for another way down.
When I finally reached the place of my overnight "camp", I couldn't see any way down. The only way was through the forest. Maybe then, traversing through the forest I could find a less steep mountain side. However, it was futile. There seemed to be no way down. I was walking through the jungle barefoot. I was stepping on fungus, and plants. I thought atleast one out of the hundreds I am stepping on - must secrete some sort of toxic chemical that could go into my foot, and make it infected. On top of that I had to worry about stepping on a snake, or grabbing onto a rock, with a dangerous spider on it, or maybe put my hand into a bush with something dangerous. It was scary, I had too use every survival technique I knew. I went in and out of the lush ravines, and finally came too a place that was possible to go down, as long as I didn't make one false step, or if a rock slipped - I would go tumbling all the way down: If I didn't die, I would be completely injured!
Little did I know a man one year prior a man died going down these same embankments!
I finally found a place that was feasible to go down. It was hairy, but possible. Their was only a 90% chance I'd die instead of a for sure 100% chance of death or severe injury. So, I start
ed down the cliff. I had too use loose rocks as footing. The side of the cliff was almost straight down. I was scared, my adrenaline was moving fast through my blood stream. It is probably what kept me from feeling pain. However, I was taking one careful step at a time. There was no other way to do it. One wrong step would be bad! If the fall didn't kill me the time spent with the broken bones and no way to move would for sure finish me for a long, painful death!
Too make a long story short, I made in down, not without pain, and not without mor
e injury. When I got to the bottom, I was secure. I could not believe that I had made it out of there without a serious injury to my body. I did it, I had accomplished a major feat!
Now I had another obstacle. I still had to wait for the tide to go down. The tide was still high. I kept thinking of the song "the tide is high", by Blonde After all the trauma, and difficulty, I still had music in me. Music gives me energy, and strength. The whole time I was hearing songs in my head. It was sort of a schitzophreia. Like I was talking too my self the entire time, too always remind my self of "reality".
I was now at the same place that I couldn't cross the previous night. I remembered now why I went up the cliff, into the forest. It was uncrossable, there was a place where the tide covered the rocks with so much fury, that if I would try to cross I would get sucked out to sea again, I wasn't about to let that happen again. So, again, I waited for the tide to go out on the jagged rocks. I just sat their: sitting on some big rocks. It was still really early in the morning, the sun had not begun to pound me with its' harsh rays. It was all I could think about was how nice the rays were going to feel on my battered and torn body.
So I sat in silence, the sea crashing on to the rocks were I was sitting. The waves would soak me frequently. The salt water stung my woulds. I was hoping the salt water would wash away the infections.
I was very tired, I had some time to relax, so I did. I finally fell asleep. I was laying on jagged rocks. I was on the one that had the flattest surface. It was not comfortable, but it wouldn't cut me anymore. Here, at this point I felt completely drained. Again, the thought entered my mind. What if someone were to find me laying there all cut up, they would surely think I was dead! I was A naked man in filthy white boxershorts, laying on rocks, in a very secluded spot bleeding. I know if I were to find me laying there my first impression would be death!
I don't know how long I was laying there, however it was along time. When I awoke, the tide had gone down a bit, so I decided to cross. I waited until the tide was out and I jumped into the water and ran over the rocks and made it half way, when I had to climb up the cliff a little and wait, hanging by my fingertips, cutting them even more, while the water crashed below me, soaking me. When the tide went out, I jumped down and ran to the other side, barely making it before the tide came back in. I had made it. I crossed the barrier that had delayed me the whole night, and part of the morning.
I felt such a great feeling of accomplishment! So I walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, thinking I am going to see the beach where the town of Jaco. I was feeling like I am home. I was thinking about Clara Paddilla at the Carribean Sea turtle conservation society that I was suppose to volunteer my time in Costa Rica. I was soppose to meet her today! It was an appointment I had arranged two months prior, back in the states. It was a big deal!! I thought I would be home by 9:00am. But, suddenly I came to another crossing that was uncrossable, my stomach sank too my knees, and I sat down and almost cried. I was at a place that was deadly. There was no crossing this one, the only way was to go up the cliff again and into the jungle again. The face of the cliff was so steep, I didn't know how I was going to do it, but nevertheless, I knew it was the only way! I stayed their starring at this cliff with a cave in it where the water had hit it so many times that it made a cave. If I were to try and swim it! I would get sucked with lots of force right into the twirling cave water.
I was off, up the cliff I went, using every small crevasse for footing. It was rough, but I m
ade it up. I finally reached the top.
I was in the jungle again!
It was very steep when I got on the mountain top again. and my footing kept giving way! I had to be careful not to step on anything. This time however, I did not go up, I went parallel to the edge of the cliff, going up, and over, and through the dangerous jungle. It was hairy. I made it quite some way and I had many obstacles to face along the way, and decided to see if I had gone far enough. I did not, etc. the same continued, along time. Basically, same story as last time!
Finally, I ended upon the top of this huge cliff. I was looking out at the gigantic Pacific Ocean: Realizing, I was in a rocky ocean coastal wasteland. I had been walking the wrong way the entire time! I was completely dissoriented!
I had to go back and retrace my footsteps.
To make a long story short, I went threw hell, and it took me 5 1/2 hours (during thi
s 5 1/2 hours I found this sea shell I that I wore around my neck for ten years! It stood out from the thousands of other shells. I saw, this one appealed to me. I wore it to remind me of the amazing feat I accomplished) ...too get back to the crossing point to the mainland. I then walked along the beach in Jaco.
Then, like a mirage...I saw was a really sexy girl tanning on the secluded beach. She had an incredible body, and an incredible tan. I knew then I was home. As, I made my way, quietly not to disturb her - for fear of scarring her to death, I looked like a tattered man in shambles.
As I walked: I walked past more and more people on the public beach. Again, I looked like death! Everyone who saw me knew it. It felt so weird going into the manicured society. I looked as if I had just came from the jungle, and I did.
As I approached the hotel I was staying at, I started feeling extreme pain! I could not even walk one more step. Then I saw Tracy: This is her point of view on what she saw:She wrote this passage: A weathered ship that had just returned from a long sabbatical at sea. A man stripped of his material possessions and in total confusion because of the new depth he had discovered about himself and had not yet realized. The weathered ship has now been repaired and prepared for even stronger adventure, an on going process that will last his whole life long.
When I first saw her she asked: Joshua! Where have you been? My response was: I have been killed! Tracy then, helped me to my bed. She took out a medical kit and she must of had first aid training. She cleaned all of my woulds with Q- tips and alcohal. It stug terrible, although, her strenght got me through it. When she was finished I couldn't stand any more pain and I finally relaxed and went to sleep. I slept a long time. When I finally awoke. I sat for three days in bed and all I could do was type this story!
ume their bones, which tell stories of the past long before time was recorded. Todays story is about a modern primate which is still around and lives in the highest elevated region for any primate except humans. The Japanese snow Macaque who lives in the freezing highlands of the Asian mountains live a in a winter wonderland. Primates are social animals and try very hard to fit in and for rank - these are not soley human traits. All primates behave in this manner. The Japanese snow
Macaque has
