Thursday, September 17, 2009
A love for the ocean...
One day I was not paying attention and almost lost my breath, as a big, cold, wave hit me from behind. I was so thin as a child, it was difficult to get up on my feet. Dad rushed to my aid and brought me back on dry sand.
It wasn't his style to call me out in front of my family and yell at me for not paying attention. Dad had respect for our individual dignity. The last thing I wanted to do, was disappoint him. It was just easier to confess, to admit I had not listened and turned my back to the ocean.
Dad lead by example and was good at forgiveness. Even today, when I go to the beach, I can hear his voice. The beach takes me back to my childhood and rejuvenates me.
I remember one family expedition to the beach... Dad drove us all down to the beach in our family car, a black VW bug. My brothers could tell you what year the bug was, but it was before seat belts. Mom and Dad in the front, my two brothers, my sister and myself in the back, with the two youngest brothers in the
little pocket in the very back.