A Little Story

You asked me why I didn’t become a poetry professor at a university and instead help little kids with extreme needs, and I’m not going to repeat myself here, but I gave you a long list of reasons that seemed to go on forever. I can best explain it with a little story.

Once at York the lifeguards and my caregiver forgot to check the water for yours truly after I’d fallen asleep on a raft and been pulled out by an undertow to a quarter mile off shore. It took an hour for them to reach me.

But rather than feeling humiliated, which is what you’d expect me to feel, I felt excited.

I watched the little orange speck of a lifeguard grow bigger and bigger as it approached, and I thought to myself I’m important.

Yeah, that’s not why.

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