Blessings from D-Skies Inc

We are collecting gifts, funds and selling personalized bricks to be able to build this Boys and Girls Club for under priviledged kids in Andros Island Bahamas. Please help us give these kids a glorious chance at life like every child diserves.

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Paradise

Written by Steven Moser

            Image a wooden roller coaster ride, the jolting motion and a rickety old cart, being tightly compacted in a small space. One’s senses are overwhelmed with the smell of body odor, foul and rancid, the feeling of being packed in like sardines, and the yearn for freedom. Yet, there is a sense of curiosity about the adventures that are rapidly approaching and the adrenaline rush that is triggered as the end creeps closer. This is moderately what the ride toward my version of paradise feels like- thirteen people compacted into a ten-passenger van with immense pot holes scattered all throughout the winding dirt road ahead. Only twenty minutes of discomfort until finally one of the most fascinating places on earth comes into view.

            Out of the window is a plethora of thin trees that are about two feet in diameter and seemingly thirty feet tall. In fact, they are so petite that it seems like a single gust of wind could uproot them and scatter them. The unfortunate passengers that attempt to lean closer to the window to observe the scenery smack their foreheads, sounding like a dull thud, whenever the van rambled into one of the many pot holes that litter the path that shouldn’t even be considered a road.  The holes vary in size, some more easily acquainted with speed bumps and others almost four feet deep, causing a great deal of rocking and swaying which leads some people to experience motion sickness. After what seems like a prolonged trip, at last the van pulls over, and the Bahamian-accented voice of the driver announces, “We will walk from here.” Around three hundred yards away from where the van is parked, there is an ancient-looking wooden planked walkway that extends out about five hundred yards into a sparsely wooded area. To a new comer’s eye, this place looks far from ideal. At the beginning of the walkway, there is a faint outline of a pavilion that looks slightly less run-down than the walkway does. However, at the end of this rotted, old walkway is a place that is unimaginably incredible. It is the beginning of utopia.

            The fallacious walkway calls to mind the idea that what lies ahead would be rundown, just as it was. However, after crossing the three hundred and eight boards, one can see a place of pure allure. From the edge of the pavilion, the view is stunning and nearly too much to imbibe. Spanning at least five hundred meters wide in a complete circle is Captain Bill’s Blue Hole. The water is blue, but not just any kind of blue; it is the most beautiful natural blue, a mixture of a mystical dark-ocean blue and a joyous and light-sky blue. Seeming like a bottomless pit, the true depth of the hole lies several hundred miles down below the actual surface of the water. It is surrounded by a myriad of trees and other various types of vegetation. Taking a daring jump and plunging twenty-five feet into the unknown, one finds his or her body pleasantly surrounded by comfort from impeccable lukewarm temperature water. The water that fills this Blue Hole comes from the ocean, but the elaborate labyrinth that is concealed beneath the walls somehow filters out the salt and turns it almost to fresh water. It takes hours to fully encompass all the sites that are embedded in this Blue Hole.

            This place and the wonders that are encompassed by it bring back memories abounding with pure bliss. The faint echoes of the joyous shrieks of playful terror as people make the descent into the water still reside within the memories. There is no other place on earth that can match this Blue Hole. Every time I go there, it never ceases to amaze me how lucky I am to be able to escape my everyday life of worry and stress and come to this place where the rest of the world does not matter. It generates a sense of peace that I have not been able to duplicate anywhere else. It is my refuge from the real world. It is my paradise.