Tainted Wells

This story is dedicated to all people who have tainted wells. What is a tainted well you might ask? In each of is a well from which we derive our life and experiences. It is within us to hope and believe with untainted hearts or wells when we are children. As time passes the well of childlike innocence is enriched with good or tainted with the bad. Some people it seems never have things in their life tainting their wells. Their well is seemingly clear and unspoiled. Other people have wells that are dark and deep, seemingly toxic. Their essence of hope and belief smothered by sadness and misfortune. Just like the others I started out with a pure untainted well as a child. During my life people have tried to taint my well with their evil. There were times in my life when that darkness seemed to be all I could see. I found myself sinking within myself to the bottom of my inner well. There were times when I felt like the hand of darkness was upon me and that no matter how hard I tried fear and anguish was my only reward. I have come to believe that in life you have a choice. There comes a point where you have to make the choice to live or die. Now I am not talking in a physical sense but in a sense of self. The inner spirit or spark that makes up who we are as a person. To be weak is to stand by and wither away because someone has tainted your well; never drinking. To be strong you must sometimes look the tainter in the eye and drink from your well anyway. I have found in my life that I have had to drink from the filth and ruin that poured into my well. Many times the tainter stood by laughing and waiting for me to grow weak. Instead, I drank from my tainted well over and over again. The worse it got the bigger drink I took. Over time I have found that despite the wicked I have grown stronger. I built a tolerance and a resistance to the impurities. In life you have choices. You can either walk away thirsty or you can look them in the eye and take a big drink. The choice is yours. I write this story from the well of my life. I write this as a thanks to the ones who tried to poison my life, my well. Thanks to he who laughed at me, lied to me, hurt me, betrayed me, and stole from me. Thank you for making me stronger…. A survivor without thirst.