a "L" .

when i was seventeen , i ran across thin ice with a gallant spirit .

then i heard this brittle crack .

before i could inhale the harsh air in to fill my lungs, i was neck high in brick hard ice water .

with the help of God's warm, heavy hands . . . i was able to pull myself from the cracks of my icy demise .

I learned my lesson .

I tap my feet on frozen water before i trot .

I do not mess with thin ice when i can help it .