I went to Lagoon the other day. Not particularly interesting for those of you who weren’t able to attend, so I’ll skip the heart pounding thrills that near drowning, blood-drawing, free falling experiences give you. (That was a poor attempt to make you intrigued.)
As I was rummaging through my beach bag, determined to find my swimsuit bottoms, I came across my cell phone. I am a little bit ashamed to admit that I caved in to the texting addiction that plagues our nation and responded to someone’s message, smiling a little to myself as my fingers formed the words, “I love you so much.” But I was not alone. In the dressing stall next to me, a mother was getting her toddling daughter changed and I heard her whisper, “I love you so much” at the precise moment my hands were finding those words themselves.
I feel a little bit safer living in a world where there are people loving just as much as I do.
equals a small increase in my hope for humanity.