Today is Sunday. In a few hours, I will congregate with friends, on the second floor of the Tiki, and hear about the Word. I will have a panoramic view of the ocean. Mother, Mother Ocean. I will have one ear tuned and one eye glued ~ to the swell.
Last Friday, my husband and I became part of a rescue. Randy, was a great surfer, a life long New England fisherman and a friend of the ocean. But it all turned on him and in ~ what seemed ~ a very long ~ instant. He was gone.
In Costa Rica, we have no lifeguards. We are on our own. We all know that. It took an hour for the emergency vehicle to arrive, from a town, that’s a twenty-minute drive.
After what I experienced this week, I’m going to take CPR. We should all know CPR. I need to have a breathing mask in my car, to go along with my first aid kit. You never know when you can make a difference.
As I prayed for Randy and his wife, I was remembering another fatal head injury, in the water, “accident”.
We’re always comparing Costa Rica to our U.S. lives. The fastest possible emergency responders were unable to save my brother-in-law. He had his date with death and that was it.
I believe we all do.
But little did I know how the events of that day were going to affect my life, thirty years in the future.
And I don’t know how the tragic occurrence Thursday will alter the days to come. I do know being on the beach the other day, had an impact on my life, and my thoughts.
Will the circle be unbroken? NEVER……