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Essay: "On the Edge"by E.L. Henson
Through the courses of life we take chances and go through changes whether they be good, bad, or however we choose them. In the passes of change we find ourselves ON THE EDGE. Me, myself, I've been (shot) at (stabbed) but was on the Edge not knowing whether or not I was gonna live to see another day, or whether not I've have a chance to hold my little one again. Some through chance or by faith and a miracle I wasn't hurt too bad and lived to see another day. Our life carries (us) all through differences for reasons of sameness or not. We could be at the wrong place at the wrong time (or) just a victim of circumstance. As if in a foreign nation (and as the soldiers in a war, not their war, but a war for oil, money, and presidency), they whether they be our fathers, brothers, sisters, or cousins, they are all living their lives on the edge. Some how it's not by choice that they're in this predicament but by chance they're doing their job as a warrior, a soldier, a fighter for our country. We all hope them a safe return home, but many of them will never be seen again. Held again, cause they've put their lives on the line as the duty of a soldier yet, they're on the edge. With God's grace and love, perhaps He will pull them out of the enemies hands where they'll be back home holding their first born, kissing their wives, and hugging their mom, dad, sister, brother, no more living on the edge.
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