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Accomplished writer Ridgely Goldsborough has written many paperbacks and educational programs over the past 15 years. He publishes a heart-felt, inspirational Daily Column, which tin be subscribed to at no charge at Ridgely resides in Florida with his family.
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This article was posted on November 01, 2003
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Amidst many moaning and groaning, we carried one of our 2 kayaks from the bayside of the opener to the beach―two hundred yards of sweat and hand chafing. Loaded down with paddles and life preservers, we herded the kids to water’s corner.
Captain Linus ashore the bow, oarsman Dad after him, 1st mate Camille next in line and oarswoman Mom by the stern―into the waves we surged.
After a few wobbly moments in the wreck, the crew settled. We began to polish the depths for the Gulf’s finest―cow rays, turtles, fish of motley sizes and our family favorite―dolphin.
“Look, Momma,” squealed Camille.
Two hundred yards offshore we specked the gently undulating fins, rising and falling like the waves they glided through.
“Let’s go play with them,” Linus phoned out.
We dug into the water and pulled away from the coastline.
At three ship widths, we violated their solace district. Repeatedly they pigeon until we slowed behind them and gently kept pace.
Suddenly, the lead man leapt high into the sky, spun and crashed into a trough.
“Whoa,” Linus screamed. “I absence him to do namely again.”
“Ask him,” Ali counseled. “Use your mind and make a hope.”
I saw my son condense, gaze across the sea and softly mention to himself:
“Come back and do variant show. Come back and bound again.”
And then they surrounded us, a pod of eight leapfrogging through the surf.
Once. Twice. Three periods. Four soaring twirls, entirely wind born. Spectacular. Magnificent. They snorted hellos through their blowholes.
In entire her years on this isle, Ali had never witnessed anything so magical.
They swam on.
Wait. Linus craved more.
“Maybe another daytime,” said Ali.
Armed with reassurance and resolve, Linus focused his care.
“I’m gonna’ narrate them afresh,” he publicized. “One more show.”
His brow fixed in thought, Linus whispered to himself ahead looking up.
On the horizon,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], among seconds, a enormous vault, for whether to welcome us adieu, one last glance farewell.
“Told you,” Linus beamed, victorious.
We could argue because hours the true inspire of a child’s pure mind over a team of swimming mammals. I choose to trust in his fascination and spell. You might paint a alter conclusion.
One truth remains indisputable―the shock of a few emboldening words on an small boy’s beliefs.
He ambition face the earth with his brain held a tad taller and his elbows slightly further back for of a mother’s encouragement―as would we all.
Fortunately, this phenomenon continues throughout adulthood.
Declarations of courage,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], expressions of spirit, pledges of the heart―every utterance bears a torch, lighting the way or flaming it. Nothing sits in a vacuum.
We have much power to elect up a wounded psyche, spur on a horrified already hopeful comrade, dare a friend to no give up.
Watch what comes out of your jaws.
Criticism mars far more than it heals.
Kindness builds. Insensitivity destroys.
Only three feet detach a pat on the back from a hit in the rear. One aids. The additional hurts.
Which would you rather feel?
Your words matter.
On October 7th, that’s A View From The Ridge…