“Grandpa”, she yelled, “I need you. This frog is hurt and I can’t swim across with him in my hands.”
So I dove in and I swam with all my might. Iris jumped on my back with injured frog in hand and we swam across the quarry as hard as we could. I could feel my own limbs burning against the water, and her own little heart racing with passion and purpose as she held my neck with one hand and a wounded frog with the other.
When we reached the other side,
rain drops started to fall and everyone clapped. Either for our passion, the drama or perhaps
just for the frog. The frog found a safe
haven and we dried off and I thought of my Dad who had just died, of any of us who go through the
storms of life with passion and resolve.
We can do it.
We were made to do it.
We were made to do it.
We dream of how the other could change, or perhaps how we might change, but at the end of our lives it won’t matter how many titles we held, how much money we had, what accomplishments we saw. What will matter is that we went through the storms with only a glimmer of light that tells us to hang on. Just keep swimming.
With Grace and Grit, John
