The Deep End: The Moth Radio Hour

This is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm your host, Jay Allison. The proverb goes home Sometimes events go so profoundly awry, the best our heads above water. In this episode Where all our stories are. themselves.

First up is Mikosi Shimaka Mbahu, who told this story at one of our open mic story slams in Washington, D.C., where we partner with public radio station WAMU. Here's Mikosi. All right. Um as you heard, my name is Mukosi Shimakambasu. I I'm from here. I was I was born in uh the Columbia Hospital for Women. I think it's uh I think it's a set of condos now, as I was saying before the show. That's fine, that happens. Um I was born to a Jamaican mother and a Kenyan father.

Um that's only important because as I'm sure most if not all of you know, there are some subtleties to American society that you have to experience to understand. And given that at the time that this story takes place, Uh neither of them were citizens. That's something that we had to navigate together. Um this story takes place when I was ten years old. I was in fifth grade, uh just two or three miles east of here in PG County, and

It was the science fair. For those of you who have competed, you understand it is A place where you demonstrate your ability to apply the scientific method. You formulate a hypothesis, you gather data, you run experiments, you collect results, and from those results you formulate a conclusion, all of which are displayed on a large trifold cardboard display. Um if your experiment had some sort of

thing with it also, you bring that. Mine was a four by four large wooden frame, because my experiment, uh conceived of and executed by me was to show that pulleys, single, double, and triple, will geometrically decrease the amount of weight you need to move a set amount of pounds, a set number of inches.

I thought it was cool, but at 10 years old, you know, it it may maybe some people had different ideas. Now, I too uh am a lifelong person with ADHD, but that that's not the hard part, right? I have medicine for that. But what I didn't know um and wouldn't for another quarter century. was that I'm also autistic. I'm on the spectrum. And due to my specific place on the spectrum, speaking to people who I

Don't know, have no frame of reference for, don't know who they are, where they're from, what they like. At ten years old, that was an insurmountable task. And again, if you've been in the science fair, you understand that's all is you are talking to a parade of stranger adults who have endless questions about this project that you've uh that you've completed. So Instead of seeing it as a sort of exercise in uh scholastic achievement, I saw it as a very mild but

consistent form of torture in that I don't know how to speak to these people and they're continually asking me questions which I am continually stammering through and and just really fumbling the ball here if if we're being honest. So As this happens, I I feel as though I'm being individually persecuted because one adult comes, they ask questions, and while I have a very detailed and foundational understanding of this experiment, that I took great joy.

in in executing, I can't get the words from in my head into their ears. It's just it's not working. I d I don't have the tools. I can't do it. Um and much to my chagrin, what would happen is they would then disappear into the crowd of adults. and seemingly beckon yet another adult and send them my way to torture me further. Um

What I found out a few years later, I guess what I came to a realization was is that they were actually n somewhat interested in the experiment and they wanted to speak to this child who had single, double and triple pulleys in a four by four frame. Um Uh but it was it was the pulling of teeth and the lifting of fingernails for me at that age. And as the frustration mounted as this endless uh

cavalcade of adults just continually came by my project over and over. It could have been thirty minutes, it could have been three hours. I don't know. I don't know. There was a sort of time collapse that happens when when you're in the the bad mental space of of of What I can only say is what the fuck, right? Like it's but as this ends and as I tear out of the cafeteria in tears, I'm in the counselor's office, I'm why I I I just can't get my proverbial stuff together.

Um the antiquated PA system, which I'm sure a lot of you are familiar with, chirps on and informs all of the participants to come back to the cafeteria because they are giving awards out, which I personally was ready to go home. It's it's two PM and I could have walked all all twenty miles back to my house but

It's what you sign up for. You have to go back to the cafeteria. So we go back and I'm using my shirt, my sleeve, I'm using anything I can to just wipe the tears that cannot stop falling out of my face. And um Much to my surprise, one of those awards given out was mine. And not only was one of the awards mine, it was thank you, it was the first place award.

You know, that that is like the gold star moment, right? But In actuality what it means is you then have to go to the high school in a bigger room with more stranger adults and do the same thing for Actually longer, but I do want to focus on the actual Gold Star moment because that first place award meant a lot to me. Um and as you can tell by the fact that I'm up here, it's something that stuck with me for the rest of my life. So thank you.

Mucose Shamaka Mbasu First generation American and Yeah. He says he enjoys life's moments whatever they are. I have no idea what the next deep end level challenge may be, but I'm confident based on the Except the nudge when presented with.

Our next story. was told at a story slam this time in Asheville North Carolina where we partner with Blue Ridge Public Radio. Here's Gary Sizer live at the mall. Japanese knotweed is Resilient, it's tough, and it's invasive. About seven years ago my wife and I bought a house that had sat abandoned for five years, and the previous owners had been very negligent about how they handled their invasives and the yard was just full of the stuff.

And we were out in the yard hacking at the knotweed with machetes when my brother called with news that mom had fallen down and that she couldn't get back up and that they had to call an ambulance. Now, in that moment I wasn't particularly shaken because this sort of thing had happened before. This was after she had suffered probably four minor strokes, I think, and one of her knees was titanium, I think the other one was two.

Um she was in her early seventies, but she had been volunteering at a a local art gal uh gallery when this had happened. She just kind of tipped over and couldn't get herself back up. Um this time it was different though, because Jim told me that after they ran some tests, they figured out that she was experiencing the early stages of ALS. Now, if you it sounds like most people know what that means. If you know what ALS is, you kind of know how this story is going to end. Um

Taking care of someone who has ALS is not quite like pushing a boulder up a hill. That boulder is coming down the hill, and the best you can do is slow it down or get out of the way. Um this diagnosis came right around the beginning of the uptick of the COVID. Epidemic, so any long-term medical care or nursing home facilities was basically gonna consist of putting her in a room and not seeing her again. So the family made the difficult decision. She was very much behind this.

that we were going to do this on her terms in her house with the family as support. Got in my car and I drove up to Pennsylvania, only made one stop along the way to get gas, made no other contacts with people because I didn't want to risk spreading anything, and I moved into my mother's small two-bedroom apartment. And my brother and myself and a cousin worked shifts taking care of her as the boulder rolled down the hill.

I spent weeks sleeping on the floor in her spare bedroom, and my entire existence centered around listening for the sound of a bell. Anytime that bell rang day or night, it meant that mom needed something. And this was an interesting arrangement because now the roles had been reversed, right? She had brought me into this world and she had taken care of me and raised me and changed my diaper, and now we were doing this for her. And it was incredibly difficult. Thank you.

Over the weeks, it became apparent that this boulder was going to roll down the hill very quickly. Some people contract ALS. We've all, you know, we're all familiar with Stephen Hawking, it's a terrific example, lived for decades with this ailment. Mom lost weight very quickly, very quickly lost the ability to speak, to move. Her dentures were a choking hazard, so those had to come out.

less time than any one imagined. This beautiful, intelligent woman who had raised us and taken care of us was now a toothless skeleton who could only groan and point at things. We got her one of those computer screens that you could blink at and type a message, but her eyesight was poor and that didn't work, so she was restricted to just writing things on a notepad.

Now, despite all of this, she still kept her spirit. She still was the same beautiful and intelligent person on the inside. She her spirit was still there. And there was one instance in particular that I remember I'd

just finished changing her bedclothes or arranging pillows or something and I'd been leaning over her and moving her around in the bed and it was very strenuous and I could tell by her face that something was bothering her and she needed something else. And I said, Mom, what is it? What else? could I possibly do for you? And she started making these motions with her hands and

It you know, it reminded me of do you remember that there was a magician in the seventies and eighties, Doug Henning, who did the illusion of magic? It was like that kind of thing. I thought she was telling me that the angels were coming, and I said, Mom, what what is it? And she motioned for her her notepad and she wrote You need a shower. Okay. Okay, so she's still in there.

But that was one of the few high points during this ordeal. Not long after that, one night when I was with her by myself, she was, you know, we were holding hands and just talking about life, and she confessed to me that she wanted to die. She begged me to put a pillow over her face. I said, mom, I can't do that. I'll get in so much trouble. But she really meant it.

And it was a it was a a a sincere, heartfelt moment that just crushed me. And I remember, I think it was it must have been that morning or the following morning. It was not too long after that. I was on the floor in the spare bedroom when the weight of everything that was going on hit me. The importance of what I was doing, this was the most important thing I had ever done, and it was doomed to fail. There was no way to succeed. And something inside me broke, and the boulder rolled over me.

I've had panic attacks before, but this was This was like The walls were melting and I was watching myself from the ceiling and I could see my cousin rush in to To comfort me and I have very few memories of that incident, but you know they told me that I was speaking in tongues and I just I lost it, I broke.

And the next thing I remember was my father-in-law, who lived in a city about an hour away, had come to to take me. And before I left, my mom, I remember that she touched my hair and she gave me the ASL sign for I Love You. And I said, I'll be back. And I went home thinking that, you know, in two weeks I'll recover and you know I saw my doctor and I'd been diagnosed with a mild psychotic break and they put me on some sedatives and about two weeks later I got a second phone call from my brother.

And he said, we were giving mom a bath and she was in the warm water and she exhaled and never inhaled again. And that was it. I never saw her again. So I made it back for the funeral.

And then I came back here and for about two weeks I was just numb. And then I remember one day I was sitting at home alone, and this is very soon after all of this had just unfolded.

And I was probably just staring at a wall, I don't know what I was thinking, probably nothing. And I heard the sound of a dog barking in the distance. One of our neighbors has one of those dogs that makes a noise like a screwdriver to the ears. And it just It just really started to aggravate me and it filled me with rage.

And I knew that if I didn't get out of the house I was gonna break something or do something that I regretted. So I went onto the porch and I found the machete and I went into the yard and I found some knotweed and I began hacking. And slashing and pounding the earth with this machete. And I was bellowing with rage, making the sound of a monster from your nightmares.

And I screamed until my throat was raw, and I lifted the blade and I hacked at the earth until my elbow was swollen, and my shoulder was numb, and my hands were bleeding, and in my mind's eye every strike of this blade was about to split the earth in half. But all it did was just bounce off the ground and nothing happened until there was nothing left in me and I collapsed. And I just exhaled and hung my head with my hair hanging in my face. And it was good.

Because in that moment I knew that I was alive and that I was strong, and once again I could feel. That was Gary Sizer. Gary writes travel comedies He is working on his next book while living in Montenegro. Yeah. That this experience influenced how he defined His perception of what's inconvenient. We asked him about I'm in the deep I've spent the last year seven. Donating anything that wouldn't fit. And two months ago I left the

Things are going pretty great. I live in a beautiful place with a person I love. Breathe cool. In a moment, a charity swimmathon. When the Marth Radio hours The mouth radio hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. En träffiberskiva över skyltfönstret hjälper lite. Ivs företagsförsäkring hjälper mycket. This is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Jay Allison. In the show, we're hearing stories of deep ends about facing challenges we're unprepared for.

Our next storyteller went literal with her deep end. Claire Walder told us at a story slam in Melbourne, Australia. Here's Claire, live from the Moth.

It's the mid nineteen seventies. And in a small town in rural central west New South Wales at the local school, the sports ground is just a patch of hard red dirt. and teams are being picked, usually for softball, but sometimes even worse, volleyball. And as always, there is one kid left over, and that's me. I can't run, I can't catch, I can't throw, and I'm slower than a wet wee.

Now, there are those of you out there who will say to me that team sports are great for developing leadership skills and encouraging kids to work together. But for those of us, who are always pick glass. It is embarrassing, it's pointless, and it's boring. Now the game starts and I know where to go, to the outfield where I'll stand staring at the sky, waiting for the odd ball to dribble my way. But all that is about to change.

Because the town where I live is officially the most charitable town in New South Wales. And they give more in real terms than any of those rich, poster. um suburbs in Sydney and we are going to have a swimming-thon and we're gonna raise money for the guide dogs or the Red Cross or something. And kids are going to be sponsored to swim forty laps of the local twenty-five-metre pool. And in an era when an ice cream costs five cents.

And the going rate per lap is two cents. My dad has agreed to sponsor me 20 cents. Now, in case you think my dad's being generous, he's not. He's being cheap. Because he has spoken to my mother and said, So, how far do you reckon she can swim? And mum says, well, she's pretty hopeless. I don't know, three, maybe four laps at the most. Unless you think my father is being encouraging, I'd like you to remind you that this is the mid-70s in rural New South Wales.

And that sort of Nambi pamby new age parenting bullshit is not coming into vo for another 20 years.

But I am encouraged. And on the day of the swim-a-thon, we make the hot walk from school down to the local pool. Now the rules of a swim-a-thon are fairly simple. You jump in one end, you swim to the other end, you climb out, you walk back, get your name marked off, repeat. And off we go. And of course, soon the faster kids they're beating me. But it doesn't matter because it's not a rape. All I have to do is keep on swimming.

And I'll get there in the end. And soon I have swum my four laps at the most. And I keep going and I swim 10 laps and 15 laps. And the teachers are amazed. I've never seen me do anything like this. And I keep on swimming, twenty, twenty-five laps, and the teachers are starting to get a bit worried and they go, Are you okay? And I am tired. My little hands they slap at the water. And my body is at a 45-degree angle as I drag myself up the pool and I keep on going.

And as the faster kids finish, they take away a lane rope so that they've got p you know room to play. And I get to about 32 laps, 35, and they take away the last lane rope. I am the only kid. who is left swimming this swimming-thon. And I now have to swim around all the other kids. As they're doing handstands and dive bombing and playing crocodile ma across your golden river, and the teachers are worried.

They're worried because the buses are going to be here soon. But I don't care. I just keep going. And I get up to about 38 laps and they say, the buses are here. And I just keep going, I'm knackered. But I keep going. And then I make it 40 laps. And I have enough time to throw my uniform on over my wet cozzy.

Climb on the hot unair conditioned buses with final seats for the long dusty sticky ride home. And I find Dad in his workshop and I say, you are eight bucks and he says what how far did you swim this is not going how I thought it would and I said I swam 40 laps He said, if I knew you could swim 40 laps, I wouldn't have sponsored you 20 cents. Eight dollars! And he will bitch and moan about that eight dollars for decades.

But it is a defining moment for me. I realise I don't have to do team sports. school disagrees with me, but I have gone on in adulthood, like you. And I have cycled around the bay in a day. Yes, it did take me twelve hours. And I have trekked the Annaperna trek in Nepal. Yes, I did come in last every day, thanks for asking. But when I did the peer-to-pub, I beat 36 other people.

So if you have a small person in your life who is always picked last and they come home clutching a swim-a-thon's form, sponsor them at your peril. That was crazy. After growing up in the first time, Claire ran away. She works in a library, bicycles and In case you're wondering, Claire's dad never made the mistake of sponsoring his Yeah. She told us it was a rough and ready upbringing at times and Throughout the year. She was, he says.

My next challenge is working out what I want to do with the next I'm volunteering at a food share and a bush camp. and I'm looking forward to seeing what other opportunities I can find. I don't really care if people underestimate me. I know what I'm capable of and those that know me never doubt me. If you have a story about the time you were thrown into the deep air, or any great story about your life, pitch it to us. You can do that on our website.

Moth. org or call eight seven seven seven seven seven seven seven seven nine. Again eight seven seven. Share these stories or others from the Moth Archive. You can buy tickets to Moth Storytelling events in your area. You can find out about all of that through our website, themoth.org. There are Moth events year-round. You can find a show near you and come out and tell a story.

Next up is Mitrang Nguyen, who told her story at a Moth Grand Slam in Washington, D.C. Here's Meetrang, live at the Lincoln Theater.

When the pandemic shutdowns happened, my dad had recently passed away. It was sudden in the middle of a fight with cancer. And my elderly mom was So deep in her grief, she was not accepting any help or support from any of us. I was working from home full time. With two teenage daughters also stuck inside in a small house with an open floor plan.

So when the universe offers you a gift, you take it right away, right? And my pandemic gift came in the form of an offer from our dear friends and next door neighbors. They were gonna ride out the pandemic shutdowns at a second home in Tennessee. They wanted to know if I wanted to use their adorable, sunny, cute little laundry room as my home office. There was one cat.

They asked if I could watch their lizards. Now I hate hate reptiles. Um it's just been a phobia I've had since a child. It's embarrassing to talk about because it's completely irrational, but it's very intense. And right there in my sunny pandemic oasis was a tank with two elderly Bearded dragon lizard. And I mean, I've always been scared of them. They were always frowning and sh giving me the side eye.

I tried feeding them a few times. I wore these huge, like contracting gloves and used chopsticks so I didn't have to like touch anything. And they were so old. They just always look dead. They weren't breathing, they weren't moving, they just always look like they were dead. So I'm not gonna lie, those first couple of days in that office were a little rough. Okay? Think about it. I'm back there, eight, nine hours a day, three feet from a tank of lizards.

And a laptop. I know nothing about reptile health or behavior. So I'm just Googling everything. Why are they turning orange? Like, why is their face coming off? Should I help peel their face off? Do lizards need lotion? And then feeding them, feeding them was so hard. They're just so old. Like the worms would just jump out of their mouth and like run away and escape. I'm like, do lizards need dentures? Is there insure for lizards? Like why is this so hard?

But after a little while we kind of fell into a rhythm and I would get there in the morning, think they were dead. And when I jumped on my first Zoom call and started talking, they'd hear my voice and they'd kind of wake up and start moving around a little bit, which was kinda cute. Um and then I finally mustered up the courage to just Pick them up with my bare hands. And when I did it, I really looked at one of them, and it was just so old and fragile.

With this delicate bones and papery skin. And that side-eye looked wise to me and knowing. And at that moment I decided I was gonna be the best. Elderly lizard caregiver ever. Ever. I gave them baths, I took them out in the yard, their skin and color started to look amazing. I figured out how to feed them. Like I came up with all these techniques and every time they successfully chomped.

Oh live warm to death, I would Snapchat it to my family with heart emojis and like party hands. They were horrified. They were like completely horrified. Um I feel like the pandemic like I reached a turning point.

when there was just I don't know, there was tension in the house, yelling, stress. And I just remember leaving the house, it was night. Um and the next thing I know I was having a martini with the lizards. I mean, please think about this for one minute. I was having a m drink. with Onyx and Jade. And then one week Jade kinda started to slow down. She was getting pale. None of my lizard care giving tricks were working. And one night I had been trying to feed her for like an hour.

after days of her not eating and she kinda just put her head down and crashed. So I gently put her back in the tank and The next morning she hadn't moved and she had died. And my worst elderly caregiving fear had come true again. Um my poor neighbors. They were consoling me, which is ridiculous because this was their lizard. Um they're like, no, it's okay. We really appreciate. Also, you know, she got a great life. Can you also dig a little hole next to the garage and kind of handle that?

I get it, you know. I I get it. It wasn't my fault. I shouldn't feel guilty.

Um and you know, I need to just accept that dying is a part of living. It's not something to be constantly fought and feared. So the next time I saw my mom We were all stressing out about her nutrition, it didn't seem like she was eating, and I just decided I was gonna drop it and hang out. And I noticed her feet were looking very neglected, needed some TLC, so I decided to give her a pedicure.

So I put that warm soapy water on her feet and rubbed it and she kinda perked up and I massaged lotion into her toes and And And um she was just so happy. And I held her feet in my hands, and they were just so old and fragile. With delicate bones and papery skin.

This is a life that has been very full and lived in those feet and still living. And in that moment I just had this moment of total gratitude and understanding. So When I ask myself how I made it through this pandemic, I have to smile inside because I changed and I love, love lizards. Nietrang Win is a public interest lawyer living in D.C. She tells us she's currently avoiding the news and choosing to embrace and lift up the things of the world. Visual arts.

Her best ideas and stories come while training for marathons. You'll find her on the streets and trails of DC where We asked me to her current deep end is. I think the deep end I face during the pandemic is the same fear I face in the future. The loss of people and things I love. Because death is the only certainty in life. I'll keep reminding myself to face loss with courage and gratitude for all that is good in the present moment.

She also told us that after this story, she continued to lizard sit whenever needed, including when Onyx died. My neighbor hesitated to ask me to care for her, knowing she was in her final days and how her sister's death had affected me. He trusted his instincts though and asked me to care for her anyway, suggesting it might provide a poetic bookend, he said, to my lizard story. He was right, and I'm truly grateful I was with Onyx when she passed, just as I had been with Jade.

Finally, she told us As my mother's health declined and everyone's lives returned to normal, I tried to bring my mom small moments of joy when I was with her. I sought closeness through touch and pedicures, gentle leg massages and trimming her hair. I learned to cook her favorite Vietnamese dishes. I shared stories of her remarkable life with my daughters, and we took walks together. And I named all the ways she shaped me and the people and places she touched.

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This is the Moth Radio Hour. I'm Jay Allison. Our final story in this show about deep ends comes from Iana Banfield. We met Iana through our education program, which creates space for students to listen. Celebrate each other's voices and tell their own stories. She told this version of her story at our annual gala called The Moth Ball. Here's Iana.

I am seventeen years old and I have never been anywhere without my mom. Now, I know that sounds ridiculous because you know I still have to go to school and stuff, right? Well, even when I am not with my mom, I am with my mom. I could be hanging out with my friends in an area that has nothing to do with where my mom should be.

And when the hangout ends, my friends ask me, Oh, what train are you taking? And I'm like, my mom is in a deli that's about a block away from here, so I'm just gonna meet up with her. And they're like, Are you serious? How does your mom always manage to know exactly where you are and the exact right time to pick you up? Is she psychic or something? I'm like, yes.

Because she has to be. I am her only child. I have around fourteen food allergies. I'm a severe asthmatic and I've had more near death experiences than the typical human being. So obviously if something were to go wrong, my mom needs to valiantly bolt out of the nearest deli with an epi pen to come to my rescue.

It was pretty simple. Yet even when I explained this to my friends numerous times on numerous occasions, they would always follow up with the same irritating warning that soon I'll be going off to college and my mom will be able to hide in a nearby deli on campus to come to my rescue. But I liked how things were and I know I would be fine. Plus there are a lot of delis nearby that my mom can hide in. I'm sure there are.

So I just accepted that my first time being away from my mom would be when I go off to college.

However, my guidance counselor decided to test this theory a little early. So she announced that we would be having an overnight field trip to Washington, DC. which is about maybe five, six hours away from New York City, which means that if something were to go wrong, my mom can't pop out of the nearest deli to save me.

I was excited. I saw this as a test and a chance to finally prove to everyone that I can be independent. So I signed up, I packed my bags, and then three weeks later I was on the road to Washington, DC. So when we first arrived, it w everything was pretty typical. It just felt like when I would hang out with my friends back in New York.

However, I will admit that when the sun started setting, it felt odd because this was a time where I would normally say goodbye to my m I mean goodbye to my friends and then go see my mother. But instead I was not going back to my mother, I was going to a hotel. And when we pulled up to this hotel, it wasn't really giving the warm, friendly, welcoming vibes that a hotel should give. It was very eerie. The paint was peeling off the walls. The hosts were giving us like weird grimacing looks. And

Like, it looked kind of like if the Adams family decided to open up a hotel. That's the best way that I could describe it. And my guidance counselor arranged for us all to be on the third floor because that's where the surveillance cameras were and that's where she would basically keep an eye on us to make sure that we don't step out of line. But when we got to this third floor, there was this insufferable smell of cigar smoke everywhere that we went.

And as I mentioned previously, I have really bad asthma, so I was not having it. And my friends, they did not want to smell cigar smoke while they were trying to go to sleep. So we told our guidance counselor that we want to be moved to another room. However, the whole entire floor smelled like smoke and there were no rooms available.

So my guidance counselor trusted us enough to move us to the second floor, which was where all the guests were, and basically no none of the supervisors are gonna be there. It was going to be like we were completely on our own. because our guidance counselor was going to be upstairs and there were no people around to make sure that we don't step out of line down there.

So my friends and I, we were excited because we felt like we were real grown-ups, like we were the cool teenagers who are gonna be on our own and who could stay up an hour past curfew. So that's basically what we did. We stayed up an hour past curfew, we threw around more jokes about the hotel, and finally we got a little bit tired and decided to go to sleep. So as I was resting my head on the pillow and about to drift to my dreams.

One thought came to my mind. I was like, this independence thing isn't so bad. I don't know what anyone is talking about. And finally, I drifted to sleep.

So a few hours later, I'm in my dreams, you know, I'm vibing, I'm having a good time. And then suddenly I hear this strange sound. It's like And I'm like, hmm. Then I smell the familiar scent of smoke and I'm like What is that? And so I get up, I'm like, what's happening? What's happening? I look around, I see my friends, our hair is all crazy, everyone's all disheveled. I look next to me and I see that the clock says five in the morning and then someone yells.

Fire and the first thought that came to my mind was oh. Oh Oh my god, I should have never left my house. Mom, I am never leaving my mom again. And then I'm frantically whooping my head around and I'm like, where's the deli? Now would be a great time for my mom to fly out of that deli right now and come to my rescue. But there is no Deli and there is no mom. There's just me and my friends. So I knew that it was up to me to get out of here.

So quickly I don't waste a single second. I grab my bag'cause I know that has my phone, my pump, and basically everything I need. My friends and I take one look at each other and we just bolt out of the door. And we bolt out of the door, we see that all the smoke rising, it's getting thicker, it's hard to see, and I feel the dread pulling up within me, but I push it down because I'm just trying to focus on getting the heck out of there.

So we run down what feels like endless flights of stairs so that we can get to the nearest exit, which leads to the lobby, which we were hoping would lead to the f actual exit where we would escape the hotel. So We run to the door and finally after taking a few turns we see it at the end and we're celebrating. We're like, oh my God, we're making it, we're making it. So we run fast. My friend pushes the door. The door doesn't budge. The door is locked.

and I see the smoke rising higher and higher. It's getting harder to breathe. And I look around, there's no other way out. And I know that if God forbid we were stuck here I would be the first one dead because of my asthma and it just seemed like the world was always plotting against me. So I knew that I needed to find another way. And then just then a light bulb flashed over my head. I remember that earlier while my friends were exploring the creepy hotel and making fun of it.

there was this there was an exit, like kind of in the stairwell. It was hidden in some weird creepy corner. I mean, it was like some fire escape clearly, so it should have been in plain sight, but it happened that way that it was in the corner. So my I tell my friends, I'm like, we have to go there. And so we're crossing our fingers and praying and we run to that area hoping that that will be our way out. And finally, we see it in the corner. My friend runs towards it, she pushes it open.

The door opens, the wind brushes our faces, the fresh air graces our lungs, and we're safe. And if I I look around and I see the familiar faces of my classmates, I see the guidance counselors. Everyone's okay. No one got hurt. and the firefighters come and extinguish the fire. Turns out it was some idiot who decided that it was a good idea to bake foil paper in the microwave at five in the morning or something, I don't know.

But as I'm standing there bewildered at the fact that just ten minutes ago I was fast asleep. I realized that I made it out of that fire. And yes I was scared and yes my mom wasn't there but I took care of myself. I took initiative and I'm alive. So if I could survive a fire in a sketchy motel in Washington DC without my mom, then I could survive just about anything. Thank you. At the time of this recording from Brooklyn, New York.

She said she admitted that she probably cried herself to sleep almost every night. because she couldn't envision being on her own for such a long period of time. But she learned to navigate the campus, handle sticky situations, and says she's grown into an adult who takes initiative. She tells us her next detail. is graduating from college. I don't know a world without this lifestyle. I can't predict what a way to speed.

But I have confidence that even if things might not come to me right away, I'll persevere against whatever obstacles are thrown at me and fulfill it. Adjusting is a few. That's it for this hour of I can tell you what my deep end is. Which has been thrown. Public radio, it must be said, is only partially about politics. Music, exploring other cultures, history, scientific discovery, really the full humanity of ourselves as And it's about story. No matter what happened.

We will keep going. Never mind. We're determined to hold to our ideals. And if that sounds good to you. end in the deep end. Until next time, that's the story. This episode of The Moth Radio Hour was produced by me, Jay Allison. Co-producer is Vicki Merrick. Associate producer Emily Couch. The stories were directed by Jodie Powell, with additional Brand Slam coaching by And education program instruction by Julius.

Yeah. The rest of the Moth's leadership team includes Sarah Haberman, Christina Norman, Marina Kluz, and the King. Jeanesse, Jennifer Hickson, Jordan Cardinal, Patricia you're Moth's stories are true as remembered and affirmed. Our theme is a little bit more than a little bit. The drift. Other music in this hour from Tall Bird, Phil Cook, Charles Bertou, Ariel Basson. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media and Woods Hole, Metal.

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