Gift

I wonder: can someone lose their gift from lack of exercise? Because sometimes I'm afraid that is what happened to me. As a child, I used to draw all the time, it was like breathing to me. I couldn't live a single day without drawing something. Than in high-school, an art high-school, there was too much drawing. My school day started at 8 a.m. and ended at 8 p.m. most of the times. There were regular classes, than studio hours: drawing, painting, sculpting. At the end of my four years in high-school, I was tired and completely fed up. I abandoned my calling. I gave up on my gift.
Years have passed...now I find myself wanting to draw, beginning something and not liking the rezult. I feel somehow betrayed by my gift, even though I know I'm entirely to blame. I know I lost my touch, and I have to work on it again, but sometimes I fear. I'm thinking I was punished for abandoning my gift by taking it away from me...by who? I don't know, God, nature... I so hope that's not true, and that is only a stupid fear. I'm planning to get it back and start exercising, drawing, even if I will not like what I get. My friends and my family keep telling me it is still there, that they wouldn't be able to do what I do, draw like me, not in a million years.
I pray they are right, and my gift is still there. Wish me luck!

Killer Healthy Pill

Today I almost died because of a herbal suplement. It sounds so stupid, I know, but that is what happened! You expect this kind of things to be only good for you, not to almost kill you. I have to say I find that really ironic! A small thing(not so small actually, the damn thing is huge) like a pill made entirely from healthy herbs to be so dangerous as to kill. While I was gasping for air, trying to get some oxygen, I was thinking: "Oh God, this can't be happening! I survived two major surgeries in my life, it's not fair to do this to me!". But that was only the first thought, because my survival instinct pushed me to go get help, do something about it! I went to the next room and got my mother. She became more scared than me... She had no idea what had happened! I couln't say a word, I wanted to point her to the phone to call for help, grabbed her hand, but I was probably turning blue! She was scared to death! I don't know how, but eventually I managed to throw the stupid thing out of my throat. Not a moment too soon, I have to say! That was close!