At the oceanand back again
As I was walking with all the grace an ill man that is 58 years old, on rocks that just an hour before was submerged in the pacific ocean, suddenly I went flying over the rocks.
Sure footed as any 10-year-old boy, Running on slippery rocks, arms thrown out to my sides, laughing with joy.
For a brief moment in time, I could feel the wind on my head, and just knew I still was wearing the crew cut I had worn as a child< throwing all caution to the wind, I started to sprint across rocks that a few moments earlier I was being ever so careful on, feeling the sheer joy of just being alive.
No longer was I a “sick old man” I was a child of God again feeling the power of youth, the joy of no fear, damning all consequences Knowing in my heart I was not going to fall or slip.
This is a memory I will cherish for all time and I wanted to share this with you all.