I saw this photo and it reminded me of a dramatic moment in my life.
This is what I saw as a child (I am guessing I was about five or six). I had wandered away from the shore of the lake where my family was camping. I had suddenly found myself unable to touch the bottom of the lake. I remember looking up--as I slipped deeper.
Unable to figure out how to make myself rise back to the top.
a hand appeared.
I remember seeing it come toward me--then grab hold of me. The hand belonged to a woman I did not know. She pulled me up and to the surface. She said a few words as she brought me toward the shallower area near shore. I forget now, what she said, but I do remember a smile. After she knew I was okay, she waded away. Life went on.
Thank you, to that stranger--that angel perhaps--who was thankfully there for me.
I wonder sometimes how that moment
could have turned out quite differently.
I have also thought of how teachers
and caregivers can change lives like this.
Being there for a child.
Having that rescue-radar on and ready
to reach out and lend a hand.
To be an ear.
A shoulder to lean on.
One conversation, even a nod, a kind word,
can change a life profoundly.