Sprained Ankle :/

It's a little too early for me to be philisophical so today's a little lighter. Yesterday I went to one of the nicest beaches on Cape Cod. It's sand was soft, the waves were gentle and it was perfect. Just one simple problem. I sprained my ankle. Yes, you read this correctly, SPRAINED MY ANKLE. So here's how, Laura and I decided it would be a good idea to play soccer, since I didn't pack any running shoes on this trip, I played barefoot, she didn't. Laura ran at me, and kicked me square in the ankle, hard.

Guess who fell first? It wasn't me.

Laura's toe swelled up to the size of a sausage and she couldn't walk. My ankle was miserably twisted and hurt so bad to put any weight on it, I crawled. We were just a band o' crippled kids. And then, after an hour of limping around the next day, we got up and went to the beach. I'll tell you, my ankle, is perfect today. I don't know what it is but, the beach healed it.

I think that the beach heals physically and mentally. There are beaches on this earth because, people needed an escape somewhere to go when things got to hard, somewhere where no idea was shut down, or thought impossible, everything is possible at the beach. The skies yesterday were a Crayola color blue, not a cloud in the sky. It was perfect.

Fourth of July tomorrow! Hope your barbequing it up!

Music
"Jane Doe"
Nevershoutnever!

Quote
"why I believed in six impossible things before breakfast!"
-Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass