P stands for Perfeckt

When I was a young boy, my father was teaching me wilderness survival. Me and my older brother had to go in the woods, and find our way home. My dad took me and him deep in the woods. (he is seven years to my senior.. so he had already done his, a few years before I was even alive.) There we stood, a few miles away from my house, and my dad and brother walked off into the woods. 

Thinking I’d better follow the creek back to the road, I started off, and for a few hundred yards (which seemed like miles to me at that age) I leaned over the muddy creek bed to look at the crawdads. When I did, my boot slipped, and I fell in. There wasn’t much water, but it was too slippery to climb out. I tried for a few minutes… and then realized I was by myself.. and couldn’t get out.

I started crying, and begging for help, just knowing that noone could hear me. I looked around at the backed up water from a tree that had fallen in the creek, and my imagination went wild. I imagined the tree turning loose, and the water taking the tree and me with it down the stream. I knew I was about to drown, or maybe they’d never find me, and I didn’t know what to do.

It was then that a hand grabbed me from above, and pulled me onto the bank. Sobbing, and covered in mud, I looked up to see my brothers stern face. “Quit crying and start trying boy… what have I told you?” he said. My dad and brother were standing about thirty yards away behind some trees, watching me to see what I’d do. I gave up too easily. I learned a lesson that day. The time you give up… is the time you need to be fighting it the hardest.

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