In which Man learns the tragic (but important) lesson of the return of a hurricane’seye wall. Miami Beach, 1926.
IT occurs to me that it is
kindness I want to celebrate, in this brief greeting.To say: I am grateful for the ways you have touched me. And as well, to offer upa reminder that
no genuine act of kindness, however small, is ever
(“Reality check” that idea in terms of your own experience. Itholds, for me.) I have grown to realize that it is absolutely impossible to
a blessing on another without as a result
some other, in full, likemeasure.How, exactly? And when? And
would this be so?I cannot say; don't really know. But I don't need to.
I know what I know.
Theidea is fully mysterious to me, because it is not always ours to see what we might