One Day Closer To The Shore

I came across this on-line yesterday and found myself nodding in agreement as I read it...

I spent a portion of the morning on Sunday, September 12, 2021 on my weekly "long run" for this year's New York City Marathon.  I ran the outward leg of my run on the roads but, because the morning was so beautiful and it was low tide, I ran the inward leg of my run, barefoot, down at the waterline.  

As I made my way north through Spring Lake, I deviated from my course to take another look at the Memorial that had been erected in the sand as part of the 9/11 Memorial Run just twelve hours earlier. 

And there, there it was, right where it had been placed the previous evening...

...was the flower that Margaret and I had watched that precious little moppet place during the ceremony just twelve hours earlier.  The most extraordinary thing about what she had done was not simply the placement of the flower.  It was the fact that when she first placed it, it fell down.  She had walked over to where her mom stood waiting for her and when she turned back towards the memorial, she saw that it had fallen.  Instead of simply leaving it there, she walked back over to the memorial, and with patience and a purpose that revealed the old soul beneath her baby face, she carefully placed it upright in the sand.  

And the morning after, there it was.    

-AK