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Breathing in deeply, my lungs filled its void with oxygen. I closed my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. The abyss was before me. Reaching for the phone, my palms felt like I had bathed it in oil--soaked in sweat as the receiver narrowly slipped from my hand.
Dialing was hard. It felt like I'd just learned how to count all over again. In retrospect, it was much like the first time I called my crush in high school. My heart was beating faster than a fugitive on the loose. I felt like I was dying.
Putting the phone to my ear, I could hear my heart beating through the speaker--as if it had resonated from the chambers of my chest. It took forever to ring. I hate calling overseas.
A voice finally answered.
"Dave, I'm sorry, man. But I won't be able to shoot for you in Kabul next month."
We had a long conversation. He's a great friend and mentor and understood exactly why I couldn't accept his assignment.
But as for me, I don't know if "I" understand why...