A couple of women in our paddling group were exalting on the web about their weekend: an extremely enjoyable paddle under the full moon with a couple dozen of our friends on Friday night and then two days of developing their whitewater skills.
Does it get any better than this, asked one. No it doesn’t, replied the other.
Actually, it does. Watching them blossom and rejoice is a treat.
They’re both mature women and have had the physical setbacks that age and other factors can impose. And yet, they have the character to extend and grow. Joy comes from that and it’s shared by your friends.
I posted an extra kayak for sale on the web. A young man said he didn’t have near that much money, but wanted to look at it, just so he was sure when the day came. Okay, no big deal to show it to him.
Apparently, it was exactly what his heart desired. He virtually hugged it and said he’d die to have it.
I asked him how much money he thought he could pull together. He did some mental gymnastics and came up with a number short of my price. “You come up with that and it’s yours.” His eyes about popped out of his head.
Seeing that is as good as it gets.
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