I’m not sure about you, but in my head, I am still 16. Sometimes I look around and wonder whose house I am in, whose kids are these, and why in the world do these people trust me with these responsibilities at work?
I turn my head to observe the stretch of beach beyond my opposite shoulder. To my surprise, a man walks toward me. He lifts His hand in greeting as our eyes meet. He seems neither alarmed nor worried about finding me laying on this empty beach, weak and helpless.