The fish is miraculous. She almost died today. Woke up this morning to see her floating belly-up. Quick - reanimation. Put both of them in a container with fresh water (I put it aside yesterday night as if I knew there will be an emergency this morning). The fish swam belly-down only for a few minutes. Then belly-up again. Catastophe. I thought it was all my fault. I touched her on her belly and she got the kick out of it. Not for long. After watching her swim belly-up in a downward spiral direction, I thought it was time to help her out of the misery. But I couldn't flush her down the toilet. I left her with the other fish to say goodbye.
8PM. Bruce calls me. I'm still at work. He says I got good news, both fishes are alive. It's gotta be a joke, I say. We both laugh, because I know the fish didn't stand a chance of survival.
8:20PM. I come home. I look at the little container with the two fishes... both alive and kicking. I am speechless.
