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I am alone. I can see everyone, I can see the world, but I can't speak. I see, but I am mute. I try to talk, but all my efforts are in vain as no one seems to understand. Too much of my energy is wasted as I try to make a sound come out of my mouth. All is in vain.

I climb a ladder, but my legs feel heavy, almost too heavy to lift. Slowly, I keep climbing.

I look down and see my life. I get higher, but as I do, I get scared. I suddenly remember I am afraid of heights. As I realize this, the ladder starts shaking and becomes somewhat unsteady.

I stop.

I think of you. I see you climbing your own ladder. I can almost see the ladders connecting as we climb higher, but there's a bright light that keeps me from seeing if they really do.

I think of them. They are above me. They are hungry, alone, hopeless. There are no smiles. My heart breaks. They don't have ladders. They just walk aimlessly.

I keep climbing towards them even though fear overwhelms my every step.

I can see a man. His smile is like the one I imagined my Father's to be. His arms are strong and are extended toward me.

I try to reach out for His hand, so I let go of the ladder with one hand and with the other I hold my grip on the smooth wood. At the same time, I look down and everything looks so little. Fear creeps in again. I've come this far and falling could be fatal. His eyes meet mine and I immediately know what I have to do. He points at my strong, sweaty grip on the ladder. He wants me to let go completely but I just can't. I know He is strong enough. I know He could lift me. I just can't let go. I think about it until I realize that I have to stop thinking about it and just let go. It takes every ounce of me to let go of my lifeline, but as soon as I do, my hands meet His warm arms. The fear is still there, but somehow I know that I will be lifted to safety and that everything is going to be ok. My mind, body, and heart feel an incredible amount of peace.

I've been rescued. I was worth it.