THE PARADISE INDUCTION
You’d think that moving to the beautiful Caribbean islands from the smog of London city life would be a dream come true…but I know different.
No matter how this story comes across, I fully appreciated the great gift of being allowed to experience my five-year stay in the tropics. But I wrote this life-changing journey down not to boast or celebrate, nor mourn, or wallow. I didn’t write it as a complaint, nor for revenge.
I wrote it because it’s a tale that’s a little different from the norm.
It’s nothing overtly special – just another life with all the trials and tribulations that emerge. There’s greater fortune out there and even fiercer tragedy. This is simply an account that’s slightly…irregular.
I honestly don’t know if people will enjoy this or feel saddened by it, love it, hate it, or be completely indifferent. For the most part, I hope it bestows a few life-lessons and enlightens people about ‘people.’
But let me be frank…
…in the following story, I get murdered.
Not once. Not twice. Not three times.
I get killed repeatedly in the deepest sense that a person can experience death, without emerging as a corpse.
The worst part of it?
I had no idea any of it was coming. No concept that an island so sunny could become so dark.
I walked in blind.
All I knew at the time, was that I was restarting life in a culture I’d never experienced, with a job that people dream about; all of this in a land that western society perceives as a veritable paradise; a place that provokes everybody’s envy.
This blissful-looking ‘paradise,’ would be my spiralling downfall.
– Christopher Charles