"Well go run and give him a hug!', L. commanded, as the weather-beaten sailor dove from the dingy and swam ashore.
"Hey, long time, no see!", I said, after a big squeeze from my dear old Dad.
(Actually, that is a lie… I omitted the first thing I said, which was more along the lines of "Ewwwww don't touch me with your wet, slimy body!" hahahah)
This is the first glimpse I have had of my father in almost a year, after he took off in his schooner (Which he slowly, but surely constructed in our back yard), to sail to Mexico.
And who is this energetic, lively and talkative person who has replaced the weary tug boat operator I last saw up in Canada land?
I don't know if it is the sun, the salt, or the freedom from meetings and commitments, but whatever it is, the guy who met us there on the beach is living proof that following your dreams can only do good for the soul.
Do you have a dream? If so, you are one of the lucky ones, so don't give up on it! Do what it takes - toil slowly, over decades if necessary, in all weather, despite what others say - to one day make your dream into a reality.
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