Yet another illusion shattered for this traveling, hopeful vagabond.
As a boy, I dreamed of going to the ocean.
As a young man, I nearly lusted for the possibility of staring at the raging tide.
So as soon as I had enough gumption to start the engine of my beat-up car and point it eastward, I headed off to discover the wonders of the sea.
I got out of my car, adorned in what I considered my best beach wear, which really was a cut-off something-or-other, stepped onto the sand, and immediately noticed that I sank down, just a little bit.
I had seen movies where people walked on the beach. Some of them even ran. But for some reason, my stocky frame made the beach feel a little more like quicksand. So every step was twice as hard as walking on concrete, and therefore, in no time at all became discouraging.
Trying to overcome my disappointment, I attempted to jog so as to dispel the sense that the whole experience was a failure.
- My knees started hurting.
- My ankles soon joined
- My legs were burning and aching.
And within about 25 yards, I fell to the ground, vanquished.
Then, to mock me, the tide was coming in and splashed in my face.
Still lying on the ground, I turned my head to the water. As the next wave gradually made its way in my direction, I thought I heard the froth giggle and say:
“Come back again, fat boy, when you aren’t so plump.”
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Mr. Kringle’s Tales … 26 Stories ‘Til Christmas
“The best Christmas stories I’ve ever read!”
From the toy shop to the manger, an advent calendar of Christmas stories, beginning on November 30th and ending on Christmas morning.
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