If my sister had tripped, then she would have been swimming
with a dolphin.
But, she did not trip.
She ran with wild abandon along the sandy bank.
The dolphin kept the same pace, surfaced frequently,
and
made a gentle puff sound from its blowhole.
Some children joined with them near the end of the
impromptu,
frolicking race.
My other sister, our mom, and I vicariously enjoyed the show.
In our hearts, we silently applauded
the unexpected gift of
an extraordinary sprint.
I thank God for the thrill of childlike wonder
being a
lifelong pursuit and adventure.
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