"I tumbled down a steep embankment to the river, where I was NLP Hero Review swept into its swollen, raging current. The ride down the river was sometimes fun and exciting, sometimes scary and painful. On occasion I would be knocked into huge boulders or other wind-torn trees that were also on their journey down the river."Finally I came to rest at the sand mouth of the river, where it meets the ocean beach. 'At last,' I thought, 'I've arrived at my final resting place.' But it was not to be.
"Winter after winter I was pushed and pulled, tumbled and tossed around by the huge, wild ocean surf during the high tides of that season. I was knocked into other trees that were once my brother and sister trees, but like me, were now bare, beat-up logs."Eventually I was brought to the front of the pack by the relentless waves, to begin another facet of my life - this time as a beach log. Many seasons passed... some calm and warm, others cold with high waters and harsh winds, driving the churning waves.
"Although I believed I'd at last found my final resting place, once again I was proven wrong. Each winter the ocean would come higher on the beach and the waves would become larger and more powerful. They would pick me up, roll me around, and pull me out into the ocean, only to be brought back to the beach and dumped in a new locale, where I'd lie until the next winter.