Billy Graham to the Rescue!

I was having a miserable day a few days ago so I took myself to Waimea Bay beach to walk it off. I shed a few tears, went for a swim and allowed myself to indulge in feeling thoroughly sorry for myself for a little while. I watched people play in the water. One guy was loving it so much you couldn't get him out. Eventually, in a lovely scene of role reversal, I heard his little son yell out "Dad, it's time to go home!" It was funny.

I also watched some strapping, young dudes with shovels build a channel between the lagoon and the beach. After a few hours their group had grown from 4 or 5 to a dozen. I noticed the next day that they'd been successful and that the whole landscape of that part of the beach had changed.

As I was about to leave the beach a lady on a nearby towel started talking to me. Eventually she walked over and we chatted for a while. Just small talk. Then she handed me a little flyer which I noticed had "Billy Graham" all over the front of it. She must have picked up on how I was feeling and decided to make a connection. Though I'm not particularly religious I found the gesture to be really sweet. I felt much better after that.