Jump into the Flood

Yesterday was a significant day for me. I sadly packed up my stuff and left my office for the last time. My parents had invited us over to mark the occassion. It rained a tremendous amount yesterday, flooding their normally small tranquil stream into a gush of whitewater that you couldn't stand in. How do I know? Because I jumped in in my work cloths. That's right. First my daughter was playing in the shallow flooded field around the stream, and having a great time. Then my sister's fiance jumped in in his shorts. Then my youngest sister got in too.

This was just too much, I had to get in too. So then I took a running start and jumped into the swirling maelstrom. It was fantastic, symbolic of what I'm doing in life. . . even down to me still wearing my work cloths and just taking a leap of faith. It was just a real good time, my parents there laughing and enjoying the spectacle, my children and Darby running in the water. Boogie boards soon appeared, and we were watersurfing the flooded stream. We played there long enough for the waters to almost completely recede while we were down there. Just another one of those gifts that one should treasure. . .